|Vestige, 5 x 5" ©2011 Kim Hambric|
This piece has been hanging around the studio for quite awhile, unnamed. I do procrastinate.
What name could I assign to this piece? It was done in the memory of my mother and my grandmothers and their homes. All three women were, of course, dear to my heart. Sounds a bit corny when I write it down. I still get to visit my childhood home every couple of months. The houses of my grandmothers', while still standing, are long ago memories to me. Powerful memories. Ask me about my childhood, and within seconds I'll be talking about one grandmother's home or the other.
Upon looking at this piece, months after its completion, I titled it Vestige. A trace of something that is disappearing or no longer exists. Every so often I lie in bed, walking from room to room in my mind, trying to recall the placement of furniture, paintings, and doodads. I attempt to mentally conjure up smells and sounds. Some memories are lost. The ones that remain I will struggle to hold on to for the rest of my life. Even though these memories bring tears to my eyes, they also bring great comfort.
This piece just sold from my Etsy shop.