I’m always reaching backwards to a place when I was young, innocence, carefree. It’s always summertime there, and my hair is in long braids down my back. My Mom is in the kitchen baking peanut butter cookies, and we’re having German potato salad for dinner. Memories so sweet, it makes tears well up in my eyes. 

 

 

 

When my mother got sick with cancer in 2008, I started painting a lot of little superheroes. Why? Superheroes save lives, and I wanted my mother’s life to be saved sooo badly. Sadly, it didn’t work out that way. No matter how many I painted, they couldn’t help my Mom. She passed away in 2010. I sat beside her hospital bed, held her hand, and watched her go. It was the saddest day of my life. I miss her soooo much. 

 

There really isn’t a need for me to paint little superheroes anymore. This is the last one I have on canvas. If you need a superhero in your life, this painting was made for you with lots of love and hope. I know how important hope can be. You can purchase it here.

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