On June 13th, my mom Patricia Ann Stevens lost her battle with cancer at the age of 61. Its had a profound effect on me already. We were as close as a mom and son can be I think. Always have been. She wasn't just a wonderful mother..she was my most trusted friend. I don't know if I'll ever fully believe that she's gone. It's been devastating. I spent almost every waking moment of her last month in the hospital with her. It's a terrible thing to watch someone you love so much slowly die. It's a helpless feeling. When she finally did pass, it was something I hated to hear and something I was relieved to hear. Her struggle was over at last. Now, I'm just trying to pick up the pieces. It's been as difficult to do as I imagined it would be. The last thing on my mind is my work these days. As much as I want to create, my hearts just not in it yet. I require peace of mind when I create and my mind hasnt had any peace in months now. This is the only thing I've managed to do so far. I did it for her, so I hope she likes it.
Please forgive the tone of this. It's an honest note on how I'm feeling and what I felt while working on this piece. I hope I can be back to doing what I love soon and have new stuff to share eventually. It will just take some time.
Oils on masonite