My Mother. Again.

I was digging around my studio this week and came across some bits of paper. They were mainly written by Paul, my Mum and Dad while I was in hospital, unconscious.

But there were also pieces of paper like this. This was what my Mum gave to me once I had woken.

For the first, she drew boxes, writing the colour underneath. The second, she drew half of the picture and it was for me to complete. And the last was basically hangman!I think you can tell two things from these images.

Firstly, my Mum is a teacher - she even has writing for a P1 age group to clearly understand - the age of children she spent her life working with.

Secondly it shows me love.

Encouragement.

Somebody on my side.

Creativity.

Care.

By god Mum, I love the fuck out of you.