This is a painting my mother did when we were kids. We always knew when the holidays began when this painting was placed over the mantel.
The year my mother died I painted four of these paintings. For my sisters Heidi and Jamie and my daughter Nelly and my neice Keely. My mother died in October so I started painting them soon after and by Christmas they were done. It was very cathartic almost necessary for me to do. I cried alot during the process. And I managed to keep it a secret. It was wonderful to see there faces when they opened them up. They so appreciated the jesture. There was not a dry eye in the house. It is a beautiful memory.