This is the last painting my mum ever worked on.
Let’s say that it’s complete because there is no more work to be done now.
There is also nothing more to post as far as I know. I have shared everything I have from her estate that I am aware of. If I do find anything else to add, it will most likely be only from another slide or photo and it is not likely to happen any time soon. In the meantime, everything will remain posted at oftenwrong.ca for as long as I am able to keep the lights on there since the benevolent elephant of Mastodon where these have simulposted does tend to forget.
Also… I am not an artist but I’d like to end this with two thoughts about art I’d like to share.
To any artist reading this, please let your doubts only be a passing critic and not a lingering pain. I don’t know if my mother took enough pleasure in her works when they were completed, even though she often smiled a lot while working on them. Looking back on the near 400 things here, that seems so senseless to not have it both ways. Let the creation and the created work always be a joy to you.
To anyone else, I have no artistic statement from my mum to end this on, so I am going to co-opt one I have often thought of and hope you find it relevant.
“I am not greedy. I do not seek to possess the major portion of your days. I am content if, on those rare occasions whose truth can be stated only by poetry, you will, perhaps, recall an image, even only the aura of my films.”
— Maya Deren, filmmaker and visionary
I hope you can give these images some kind passing recollection in the future too.