Covert Art

Here’s Muv’s last sketch, drawn a few months before she left left us in 2008. A lifetime of great health but then leukemia came, and fast. I flew home, we spent her final two weeks together. She was ready to pay the bill, offering me lesson in death. After a life well spent.

She drew this on her 76th birthday, mailed it to two close friends who shared that day. And me, in Paris. It was clue, Muv could be covert.

The subject might be a Russian princess, perhaps, she loved to do her own interpretation of a fashion shot seen in Vogue, from some country but it’s my mother’s hair, it’s her, her spirit stepping into heaven. She was deeply private about her faith, when we spent a month in Europe after her son died; Italy acted like a balm.

No wonder I ended up here…