70×100 cm, oil on canvas
This painting was inspired by my mother.
y mother inspired this painting.
In my late teens, I have been a very self-righteous, rebellious daughter. If my parents wouldn’t let me go to a party, I climbed out the window after they fell asleep. They didn’t know what to do with me. Coming back home, I often straggled through the door quite drunk. It caused them an endless heartbreak.
Several times I’d find my mother kneeling by my bed when I returned. She was in tears, praying for my safety and change of my mindset. Many, many years she had to wait, but she never gave up. I am very grateful to God for her!
My mother isn’t a glamorous lady, she doesn’t know much about science, never travelled much and has no university degrees… but for me she is an authentic example of love, faith, hope, endurance. She is a proper warrior.
A warrior who fights the battles on her knees.