We found the leaves pressed between two pieces of kitchen roll inside a book that I left here in NZ in October 2020. I have no memory of their collecting, pressing, laying aside.
Refound, they are making new memories as she turns 6, as she creates and owns her artwork.
And as I gather the new paintings I’ve made here for titling, signing and photographing, I notice how we influence each other, grow through each other’s presence. Grandmothering.
