I had been thinking about my chosen mom the week I painted this because it was when her death anniversary was approaching. When I was a teen I lived with her and her husband. I spent time in her garden with her and would make bouquets from her rose bushes. She was my cheerleader, believed in me, and encouraged me to pursue my passions. To be chosen is always the greatest gift for the soul.
- Subject Matter: Floral
- Collections: Rose