Twelve months ago, I met with my sister and spent a week with her, in her final earthly days. They were special. Especially since I had not seen her in many, many years. Though she wasn't able to see and highly medicated so sleeping a lot, exhaustion hitting fast at times, her communication for a small part of each day was strong. So sitting with her listening to music from our growing-up era, was beautiful.
The day I arrived there, what also moved me, was walking into her bedroom, and on her wall, she had a watercolour I did back in 1986. I was gobsmacked. In all or time we never spoke, we never made connection, she still had a piece of me on her wall. That, was so so precious. Professionally framed, it had the framers details, falling apart on the back. 'O. Pelecanos' in Richmond, Melbourne. I googled, and cannot come up with anything about them unfortunately. It was probably the only big watercolour I ever did, and possibly, the last watercolour I ever did.
I still don't have all the words that I want to write, that actually mean, everything I feel - maybe one day I will. But today, RIP to my beautiful sister x You have given me the inspiration to get back into doing not only watercolours, but painting generally, and pushed me to keep being creative with my photography, and upload images - regularly!
