1. My mother ‘sat to’.

This is my mother, Pat Fry, or Paddy as she was to her family. Her friend, Joan Fanning, who trained at both London’s St. Martin’s and Slade art schools painted it and the wee bump behind the belt is me. ¬†Joan said that she noticed my mum’s spirit gradually lift out of unimaginable grief at the beginning of the sitting to half a year later, when she completed it. It would’ve been only a few months earlier that my family lost their second-born, a son who had barely turned 13.

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