Mother's Room - 4.25 by 11 mixed media collage
Caged in the memories of mother. She was the one I went to for support, conversation, and love. What am i to do now that she is gone. I'm caged in the memories of her deep voice, her sweet cornbread smell, her warm soft, round, swooshie arms wrapped around my body, her moist blackcherry red lips on my forehead. Do you hear my voice thru- these bars, do you hear my memories in this broken down cage?