Friday, July 25, 2008
acrylic on wood
In 2002 my daughter had surgery to repair a hole (atrial septum defect) in her heart. This was a particularly frightening time filled with doctor visits (4 doctors were interviewed before one was settled on. Because I am an overly protective mom I never left her side and spent the night in various states of awakeners watching oxygen and heart monitors, asking patient nurses what everything meant and offering my left arm as a pillow to my sleeping daughter.
The painting Cleveland Clinic was painted a few weeks after her surgery.