Acrylic/mixed media on gallery wrapped canvas

My beloved grandmother, Maggie, tended a huge kitchen garden which Grandpa plowed for her just outside the back door. It was rich with delicious food that fed us all. She used to hand wash and iron the thick cotton sheets on our bed. They were so stiff they were crunchy when my sister and I first crawled in shivering. Also here, the sound of mourning doves, taste of home-canned peaches, green fields and rich black Minnesota ‘bottom-land’ soil. It’s pure love to me.

2023