My mother is an artist at heart whether it is origami-making or homemaking. For years, she hasn't just made oil paintings but also our lives possible. I say this not because she's a mother but because she was once the only earning member of the family. The concept of head of the family seems twisted in such times.
She's a woman who's an expert at drawing murals, warli, madhubani, portraits, landscapes, sketches and other paintings in all color media possible.
As time progressed, regressive homemaking and money-making for seemingly depressed souls took a toll on her health. Her eyes don't support paintings or art work that require precision.
Even today, I see her living her art in a way least expected. Spoons are dried every morning on the kitchen slab in shapes of different leaves, structures, crisscross and what not.
"Art keeps an artist going."
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