FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF MY UNCLE'S DEATH

I may never know what this painting is about, but it feels like my uncle version of La Pietà. Although it seems like a statue that I could imagine in Amsterdam, which was one of his favourite cities, with the ferryboat on the river and the width of the water, I think it is actually set on the Parisian shore of the Seine. 

I talked about him with my Uncle Joe, who had sent me a package with family photos, and two red chinese motif decorated bags that were filled with his ashes. At the end of the day, under a waxing Strawberry moon, I sprinkled his ashes in my garden, wished him well under a sea of stars. 

I miss him, and the year without his emails and calls and a handpainted Christmas card was not the same. I have some of his paintings, and his Christmas cards, and a few photos from his friends around. Most days I am grateful to have these memories. Each work of art, and thing of beauty makes me think of him.