Paper is my canvas; memory my palette. I hold lightly my pen and begin to ‘paint’. I start with blue. In long graceful strokes across the canvas, I capture her life, vibrant and full. The blue fades as it nears a horizontal center, merges, then deepens again, as if reflecting the atmosphere above. She is child, woman, wife, and mother. Her life is joy, love, beauty – these are inseparable from the artist, as impossible to distinguish as the point where sky ends and water begins on a distant blue horizon.

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