Ash and Milk
When my mother died a few years back, she requested I do something interesting with her ashes, just not bury her. A few weeks after she died I gave birth to my first child. It seemed only natural to mix her ashes with my breast milk to make a painting medium in an attempt to give new form to the materials and continue the life-death-life cycle. The materials and the images are metaphors of regeneration: burnt trees with wild flowers growing underfoot, rain nourishing a thirsty pond, a dead tree with a sprig of green feeding on it.
