Painting
Watercolor of my grandmother's aqua-colored suede gloves, given to my mother when she was pregnant with twins, and then to me, when I was pregnant with my first set of twins. I wore these gloves to Mt. Sinai Hospital in an icy April rain, visiting my mother. I laid them on the radiator overlooking Sheep's Meadow Park, and proceeded to paint. My mother viewed the painting and remarked that one glove (then, a negative space) was assuaging the other, as it was leaving this world. I retorted that she was reading into the image, and I had not intended it thus My mother was dying, but I could not let her know because there are always miracles with our hopes and prayers. I worked furiously to fill in the paint, or was it the spirit, of that glove and frame the piece as a Mother's Day gift for my mother. Unfortunately, she died of ovarian cancer, on April 18, 1993, which was also Yom Hashoah (the Holocaust Remembrance Day). I will continue to light her Yarhzeit (memorial) candle knowing she believed in lighting a candle in the dark.