Labels: wood spoons
My grandmother painted this on a tee-shirt a long time ago, from a calendar of paintings by disabled people. Now she doesn't paint anymore and the tee-shirt is used, so I restored the painting in order to have it framed, and to offer it back to my grandmother.
I hesitated to add her initials (MLF) as a signature but decided not to: I think that she never considered herself to be a "real" artist and as such never really signed her crafts and paints (such as cakes, painted eggshells, Kirigami cards, etc...)
The shop will take a month to frame it so she will receive it after I am gone back to Chile, but I hope that she will be showing off this to her friends with pride: she is a real artist in my book...
I see clown faces. Walking around like regular people. They don't see each other. They only see what they want to see. They don't know they're clowns. I see them all the time. They're everywhere. I hear the music of their movie in my head. (wink wink to some movie I liked).