8 May 2016
Under the weather and missing my mama this Mother’s Day, thinking about her hands–her mother’s hands, her gardening hands, her nurse’s hands. She never had a manicure. I can’t recall her ever having her nails painted at all, but man, it seemed the whole world rose from those hands. And now, I watch my daughter, a first-time mama, her hands so gentle and loving as she cares for my grandson. Yep, the whole world ❤ That’s what it is.
Make art about a mother’s hand.
9 May 2016
So many graduation activities this weekend, last grades going in, so many of these angel babies heading off to next adventure.
Make art about setting off into the unknown.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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