I painted the background for this months ago and it just sat in the corner, waiting for rest of the story to be told.
On Saturday morning I found out my Grandma had died. I sat and felt all weekend and am still processing. I decided that perhaps painting her in spirit form would help me process, feel through it all. And this is what came.
I was expecting to paint an old woman, but it wasn't to be. She has pink streaks for chrissake.This started with the feathers, I love feathers and had fun playing with different ideas for patterns. Pulling out a big black texta triples the fun. Then it took a life of its own, and I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.
My Grandma spent her whole life in Malaysia. For the first half of her life, she lived a hard life. She lived through wars, extreme poverty, and insanely crowded living conditions. From my understanding she was very poor from the time her father died, right up until her kids were old enough to start giving her money. There is no pension in Malaysia. She was a hard, fiery woman who created a lot of pain and havoc out of her ignorance, passing on the delusions of no doubt her mother, to my mother, who has no doubt passed them down onto me.
I have the feeling that despite all this shit, she is free now. And in a strange sense, so is my Mum, and so am I. I wonder how she'll reincarnate. Love you Grandma.
On Saturday morning I found out my Grandma had died. I sat and felt all weekend and am still processing. I decided that perhaps painting her in spirit form would help me process, feel through it all. And this is what came.
I was expecting to paint an old woman, but it wasn't to be. She has pink streaks for chrissake.This started with the feathers, I love feathers and had fun playing with different ideas for patterns. Pulling out a big black texta triples the fun. Then it took a life of its own, and I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.
My Grandma spent her whole life in Malaysia. For the first half of her life, she lived a hard life. She lived through wars, extreme poverty, and insanely crowded living conditions. From my understanding she was very poor from the time her father died, right up until her kids were old enough to start giving her money. There is no pension in Malaysia. She was a hard, fiery woman who created a lot of pain and havoc out of her ignorance, passing on the delusions of no doubt her mother, to my mother, who has no doubt passed them down onto me.
I have the feeling that despite all this shit, she is free now. And in a strange sense, so is my Mum, and so am I. I wonder how she'll reincarnate. Love you Grandma.