My mother painted every day. Her method was to cut up photos of the house she was raised in, the church she was baptized in, a little town in France, a forest with a stream, etc. Then she would collage them into little scenes, grid them off with thread and paint a copy of the design on canvas. When I came home from school, I’d go to her studio and tell her the stuff I didn’t like. “The wise painter finds pleasure in water; the virtuous finds pleasure in mountains . . . little houses represent peace and continuity - little churches signify the mothers of us all.”
I asked my mother, “Why do you paint what you paint?”
She said, “I only make pictures of what I love. ”
Dutchouse 2008
untitled d 2009
