Daily Color: “To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” –Thomas Campbell
Remembering my mother today, on her birthday.
She was born 11 July 1921 in Chicago. Her father was a rare book dealer; he spent months at a time in Europe, buying books, and he always brought back her entire wardrobe for the coming year.
My mother studied at the Art Institute of Chicago and later worked as a commercial illustrator and at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, but she gave it up to be a wife and mother in 1949. But still she she made art when she could--Valentines, Christmas stockings, little paper cutouts. She had a loom for a time when I was very young.
After she died, I found an embroidery that she made many years ago but never finished, a monogram of our surname initial "T".
Since she died three years ago, she has inspired some of my own work. I stitched portraits of both of my parents, based on their wedding photos.
And I am embroidering one of her dresses, vintage 1960s, from a little boutique called Ogee that she loved. I've completed the yoke, and I may continue on and embroider the entire dress.
Going through my mother's office/studio after she died, my sister and I found drawers and shelves filled with art supplies, paper, markers and pastels, thread and fabric, and her old sketchbooks from art school. In part to honor the artist in her, I decided that I would honor the artist in me and concentrate my efforts from here on out in creative pursuits: for the past three years, then, art has been my focus and priority, not just the thing I do when everything else is done.
I think she would approve.