The Mom of the Mind

sitting in our peripheral vision

Some of us are very clear about where our mother’s sit in our minds.

David Hockney is one of those people.

in a chair, looking at him.

I think she is looking like a Mom in these portraits, not a grandma; but I can’t tell you why. The age implies grandparent-hood.

Without intending to, some of us look sterner as we get older. …some of us, as in me. My “11’s” between my eyebrows are the culprits, I am told, by my children. If 11’s do it, what is the effect of David Hockney’s mother’s 111,111,111,111?

That last collage is the one that tipped me off to her warmth. After seeing that one, I looked at all of the rest of them again and understood the reciprocal love bouncing back and forth between subject and artist.