Garlic

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.

"Garlic"

oil on panel