Our mother had sewn for us all of our lives, from pajamas to Easter dresses even wedding dresses - nothing was too small or large a task for her at the sewing machine. When she passed away, going through her things, we came across pieces of fabric that were way to small to make something, and yet there they were. We wondered why she saved them, and then realized they were all remnants of things she had made for us. They were important to her, not because the fabric was valuable, but because she could touch them and they would take her back to a moment in time that was precious. That is when I decided to paint in a series called "Remnants of a Past Life". This series would include paintings of places we store things that we can't for one reason or another, let loose of , but they would be symbolic of memories that stay with us and affect our choices and who we are. Attached is the writing that accompanies these paintings.
"Remnants of a Past Life" Judy B Jones
I've saved some thing along the way.
Some for what they are, some for what they represent-
a place - a person - a time so precious.
remnants of a past life
put aside and gather for safe keeping,
proof of time spent - evidence of choices made.
I save them, even though they're tucked away,
as they are precious, and the cost of them was great -
my numbered days…jbj
“"In the Loft"”
“"In Storage"”
“"Shades of Empty"”
“"Window Refraction"”
