Wednesday, February 3, 2016

When You Walk on a Tightrope

  

From May 14  2006

I grew up on a farm in North Western Ontario, near Fort Frances. I used to say that this area was the foothills of the prairies as it was quite flat compared to most other places in Northern Ontario.  This elm tree was visible from our living room window.  In fact, it was visible for miles as our place was on a slight height of land.
 

The text that surrounds reads:
'When you walk on a tight rope, at the least unexpected thing your break your neck.
Leave me alone, I can manage all by myself."    Kay Sage


The portrait is of my mother done with fabric paint on the white cotton.  (from a photo when she was 22 and pregnant with my brother)

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