Me And My Daughter Carved By My Mother
Elm
1994
A reminder on my granddaughters birthday and the astrological start of winter that all of life rolls in cycles and that the creative mothers give birth to it all.
The last day of Minerva’s cave is of course to the person who nurtured my creativity, dug clay from the earth and put paint in my hands. She lives deep in the cave but lovingly tends the fire.
Minerva's Cave 