When My Mother Came In She Was There
40″ x 30" Watercolor and acrylic on paper
When I was six years old we lived in a small house where my bedroom was on the second floor. It had three big windows facing the side of the house looking onto another house and a big wood telephone pole.day the telephone pole remained innocuous and there was nothing to fear, but in the evening as I lay in bed a woman’s head would often appear bobbing on the thick black lines. I would starer at her in fright and fascination. She was serene and her smile enigmatic. Her hair was strawberry blonde styled in a fifties coif and on her neck she wore a black velvet ribbon tied in a bow. Puzzled and horrified I would call for my mother to come see the lady on the wires. And, when my mother walked in she continued smiling at us.