I was trying to teach my mother to let go of her feelings through abstract art. My mother, a Holocaust survivor, who has spent a lifetime keeping all her feeling and demons locked up inside, took up some art markers and drew a few strokes of colour on a sheet of paper. She then stopped. She didn't know how to go further without some guidance or structure. As we sat and just talked, I continued to draw and doodle on her paper. The picture on this page is a collaborative piece started by mom and finished by me. So mom I give you credit for the birth of me and this series of pictures.
After this tree, I went on to explore senses and feelings. In retrospect, it maybe be a little gimmicky but it worked for me. My abstract trees are the crutches and muses that I lean on when I need to express the little bits of me.
Tree of Life
Free of Strife
Sweet as Spice
Aint it Nice
Cuts Like a Knife
