“The greatest events - they are not our loudest but our stillest hours” - F. Nietzsche
The most frequently asked question about my work has been, “what inspired you to create this series?” The one word answer is “light”.
I am incredibly fascinated by changing light and how we respond to color. I’m also driven by my belief that we all need to find stillness in our lives in order to appreciate the power we possess to love more, and to give more of ourselves.
Love and light are not tangible but we know it and feel it, or witness it in ways that are awe inspiring. When I first began the new series there were changes occurring in my life that would influence my work in ways that could not have been predicted. I was losing my mother to a terrible disease. One that has no cure, just a long, agonizing battle. I escaped into my work as often as I could. Time suddenly felt more precious than ever. My best friend, was slipping away and I couldn’t do anything about it, except love her more.
My Mom has always been an inspiration. She was a renaissance woman. There wasn’t anything that she couldn’t do. She was a “maker” and she had an abundance of creative energy. She was an incredible dressmaker, a pastry and pasta maker, and she could roll out an Italian multi-course feast, on a regular Sunday afternoon, inspired by the joy of creating. We always had a beautiful bond and enjoyed each other’s company when we made things together. Sadly, All of that would stop once Alzheimer’s became the new reality.
Living a long distance away added to the turmoil, but we learned to adjust and appreciate the magic that happens in the quiet moments together. During one of my parent's many visits from Toronto, I found my mother sitting in my studio, staring at one of my paintings, (Meditation 3.) She was peaceful and contemplative. Still. It was a different demeanor than her restlessness and pacing, which was one of the side affects of the disease. She turned to me and explained that she had just taken a journey through my painting to somewhere familiar. The look on her face was the same expression she had when she told beautiful stories about her life back in Italy, where she was from. Her connection to that piece sparked something, and I was elated. Her joyful expression turned to sadness for me when she asked if I knew the artist. My mother was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s then, so her short term memories were quick to slip away. She was also still aware of what was happening to her.
It was in that fleeting moment of clarity, when she said that I would need to keep making, that I realized that she too created to find peace and tranquility in a frantic world.
My Mom, affectionately called, “Ma” is a fighter. She continues to inspire me through her strength and the vision she requested of us as a family, which is to appreciate time, the beauty around us and, to love and live abundantly with intention.
I dedicate my show, “Forgotten Premonitions” to my loving Ma, Nina, who is, and will forever be, my beacon of light.