Thursday, February 21, 2013

Paper Dolls, paper work

This piece, in progress  for a year, is finished.


The image is from my grandmother's photo album, of her two girls. 

 The older is my mother. 

I am the younger of two daughters. 

My mother's sister died in childbirth, in her twenties. I was three.

My mother says, her sister is always 20 now; she'll never age. 
For the rest of us, time repeats, changes, ends, begins again.


Meanwhile I'm wrestling with my mother's finances - taxes, paperwork. If I could get them in picture form, would all these intersecting numbers make more sense to me?


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