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20x20;
Acrylic;
2021; Canvas
This portrait is an homage to my Mom, the woman who walked me to school, no matter what the morning looked like. In the painting, she appears in a familiar in-between moment: hair in rollers, lipstick on, a face mask still drying, gaze steady and unapologetic. I wanted to honor that specific kind of love that doesn’t announce itself as heroic, but absolutely is—the love that shows up, gets you where you need to go, and holds your world together while still being wonderfully, defiantly human.
The warm golden background carries the glow of memory, while the bold turquoise mask becomes a symbol of both care and protection—what we put on to face the day, and what we carry for the people we love. Creating this piece was my way of keeping her close after losing her. It’s a snapshot of her strength, humor, and tenderness, an everyday ritual turned sacred, painted as a thank-you I didn’t want to leave unsaid.
Short wall-label version if needed:
An intimate homage to my mother and the mornings she walked me to school—capturing her strength, humor, and the quiet devotion of everyday care. Painted as a love letter after her passing.
Website: http://www.artbypatricianc.com
IG: @mrspowr
20x20;
Acrylic;
2021; Canvas
This portrait is an homage to my Mom, the woman who walked me to school, no matter what the morning looked like. In the painting, she appears in a familiar in-between moment: hair in rollers, lipstick on, a face mask still drying, gaze steady and unapologetic. I wanted to honor that specific kind of love that doesn’t announce itself as heroic, but absolutely is—the love that shows up, gets you where you need to go, and holds your world together while still being wonderfully, defiantly human.
The warm golden background carries the glow of memory, while the bold turquoise mask becomes a symbol of both care and protection—what we put on to face the day, and what we carry for the people we love. Creating this piece was my way of keeping her close after losing her. It’s a snapshot of her strength, humor, and tenderness, an everyday ritual turned sacred, painted as a thank-you I didn’t want to leave unsaid.
Short wall-label version if needed:
An intimate homage to my mother and the mornings she walked me to school—capturing her strength, humor, and the quiet devotion of everyday care. Painted as a love letter after her passing.
Website: http://www.artbypatricianc.com
IG: @mrspowr
