Gone With The Wave Painting

My mother's love felt like the Atlantic ocean, gently stretching from France to America. Always there, giant, generous, life-giving. She had three children, three cubs, that she protected with all her might. Her power, like her perfume, was soft yet enduring. Unforgettable. One day, the wave came and took her away. The cubs, now grown bears, were left on the shore. Turns out even grown bears still need their mother. - Painted with handmade watercolors on heavyweight cold pressed Arches paper. Can be framed, quote available on request.