A couple of years ago I painted a series from photos I took of a particular camellia bloom and I titled it “Vespers”. They were done in my monochromatic palette and looking back now that seems especially fitting. Many of you know I lost my mom in May 2014. Fewer of you know she was in hospice care at home during her last few months.
Her garden was her creative outlet. She knew every plant and flower by name and it always amazed me. Well, when she was at home during her last days, this single bloom appeared outside her back door near the kitchen window. Someone cut it and floated it in a bowl, like she would have, and carried it inside for her to see. I took it home one night and took several photos because I thought it was beautiful.
I chose the name “Vespers” because she loved those prayer and worship meetings and even held some in this house. And because I knew that people coming in that back door to say goodbye were praying and broken hearted. And some even came by to offer a song.
And it occurred to me this time, while I was painting this special camellia, that this must have been the last bloom from my mom’s garden. Wow. And, I painted it in color.
Time doesn’t heal all wounds but I think it brings the color back. Pretty special to me. Thank you for reading my story. I hope maybe it blessed you as much as it did me to share it.
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Admire your painting so much! Loved reading your blog! So meaningful to me as my mothers health is declining.
I am so sorry that you lost your Mom at such a young age. What a beautiful story about the last bloom from her garden.
I too lost my Mom at a young age. I know for certain time does not heal the pain of our aching hearts. It’s been 35 years ago this month that my mother died and sometimes it feels like yesterday. Sometimes simple things like a song playing on the radio or a memory popping up as I play with my grandchildren and I wish she would have seen my children grow and flourish. I do feel she is with me daily. Occasionally I even chat with her.
I bet your Mom would be so proud of your accomplishments and your awesome artistic talents!
May peace be with you!❤️
She was extremely proud. My biggest cheerleader (and sometimes critic of course). Thank you for your sweet message and encouragement. It means so much! And also, I am sorry you lost your Mom at a young age. That is a great void and those who share it, understand better than anyone.