NEW PAINTING Maimie (Daydream 45)

"Maimie (Daydream 45)," 20x30x1-1/2", gallery wrapped extra deep canvas, acrylics and graphite, image painted/extended around wrap so no need to frame, $1299 plus s&h. Returning collectors receive 10% off. I accept paypel, venmo and payment plans. Inquiries may always come to me.

Maimie was my great-grandmother. When she could no longer care for herself, she moved into the basement of my grandmother's home. One of my favorite parts of visiting my grandmother was the added 2-for-1 part - I got double the love within each visit. Every day I write a list of 10 things I want to remember in my journal. Usually they are things encountered inside the last 24 hours. But today I am making an exception. Some of my favorite memories of Maimie: 1. She always had a canary. When her last one died, she was gifted a music box - a bamboo bird cage with a tiny bird on a swing. How I loved getting permission to turn the birdsong on. 2. We had a standing date with Mr Rogers every weekday. She didn't tease me for wanting to watch him like my brothers did, and if they even so much as opened their mouth, she had some pretty special words for them. 3. I would lie on the couch with my head on the armrest next to her wheelchair, so that she could stroke my hair. 4. The crewel pillows on her couch were itchy and smelled woolen and warm. They left lovely patterns imprinted on skin if one lay on them long enough (I still have the pillows but haven't tried to make sleep lines in a bit). 5. She always had m&ms stashed in her underwear drawer. She was an excellent sharer. 6. I would read or draw while she did handwork of some sort. It was a comfortable companionship. 7. On Sunday's my uncle would carry her upstairs for dinner at the table with the entire family, but I much preferred eating dinner with just her at her tiny little table downstairs. She always made me peas. They are still my favorite. 8. There was always something blooming on her side table and shelf under the windows. Most likely they were violets, but I think of her whenever I see pansies and primroses too. Also red vinyl gingham, which was always on her kitchen table. 9. She crocheted me an afghan so that I could wrap myself in her love when I wasn't with her. 10. She passed away when I was 11 or 12, I think. I was honored to get to sleep in her little apartment all by myself. I felt all grown up and she didn't feel so far away. Thanks, as always, for following along with my artwork journey, Warmly, Kim