Mid-flight

My grandmother is 93, this is one of her paintings. I would have to say, my favourite one. I like the   girl in pink, she's almost flying as she picks up flowers. It reminds me a bit of Chagall. I choose to believe nowadays it's where she's at in her life. In mid-flight, frustrated by being trapped in the frailties of her body while having her acute mind flying all the time. We don't know what to do anymore, she threw a cane when we brought her one, her favourite word is no and it's just hard to see her leaving this earth so angry.

I have one last card under my sleeve, let's hope it works.