The Rain That Never Came Painting

This painting is somewhat of an ode to my moms garden and the many phases of having one in Texas. There’s the vibrant phase (spring) and then come summer it goes into the dry phase. However that’s never seemed to discourage her- still I see her haul bags of soil and no loss of enthusiasm year after year - to tend to the garden once again. I watch from the window sipping coffee (admittedly shaking my head in disbelief) as she once again pulls out the shovels and fertilizer, even though she knows come July, it will be a sea of pokey twigs and yellow grass. Isn’t that something… the maternal nature to grow and care for something when you know it’s going to leave you one day. To me it’s the nature and spirit of motherhood.