A mahogany library table stood next to my grandmother’s rocking chair in the east corner of her wide, open living room. And resting on the crocheted table scarf were her daily essentials – smooth, black rosary beads, a soft pack of Chesterfield cigarettes, and a small silk change purse.
My grandmother said the rosary at least once a day, and she prayed.
This excerpt is taken from the book “Holding Her Hand”, where the artist makes a personal commentary on each of the paintings. To read the full commentaries, the book is available for purchase.