Upon glancing at and shaking the package sent from my Mother, I set it aside ascertaining that it must be forwarded mail. Later that evening, Lisa and I opened the box together and the flood of love and warmth that raised me swept back into my life. My Mother had harvested and sent me the garlic we had planted up north. Sitting in my apartment in Koreatown, looking at the Garlic we have grown for all these years, thinking of my wonderful Mother and Sisters that raised me, life has a continuity that remains unbroken.
"Praying hands-after Durer", "Head of woman-after velasquez"
oil on canvas
Lately I have been studying after old masterworks, here are a couple recent paintings.
Hope the summer is starting off well for all. We are slowly adjusting to a different pace of life, city life! Stay tuned for photos of my first medium sized landscapes painted here in LA, as well as some abstract work!