On Sunday we would go to mass at Saint Vincent’s Church, and in the wintertime my grandmother would invariably wear her black, Persian lamb coat and hat. That coat might well have out-weighed her tall, upright piano, from what I could tell. To this day, I don’t know how her slender frame supported the bulk of it.
In more temperate weather, she wore her fur boa – complete with little fox heads that hooked together.
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.