July 9th 2025

Later that night during supper my mother asked me what I thought her work was designed to do. I didn't know what to say at first. She kept it a secret for so many years even to the point of not telling my father. Was a turning point creatively for her. After I had finished swallowing a mouthful of mashed potatoes, I answered “I don't know , some odd art sculptures. She smiled, looked at dad and then back to me. Would you like to know? Before I could even answer she abruptly got up from the table, turned around and said “We start tomorrow but for now you’ve got some dishes to do.”