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36”x48” acrylic on canvas
part of the “That Girl” series
Poker Night kicks off the That Girl series - a body of work that reimagines my two Grandma’s and my Great Aunt Martha as the ultimate icons. Growing up, they were my first “that girls” -bold, glamorous, hilarious, poised and unforgettable.
This particular piece features both of my Grandmothers, captured in a moment of high-stakes flair. My Dad’s mom sits front and center, nails perfectly filed - a tribute to a childhood memory of her shaping them in second flat in the back of a moving car just after arriving from the airport. Eight years old, sitting in the back seat with her, I watched her precision with amazement. She’s going all in, even wagering her Life Alert. A martini rests beside her - a wink to my Dad ‘s (her son) drink of choice.
Next to her, my Mom’s Mother sits with quiet strength, decked out. in a floral print reminiscent of the legendary Madonna Inn carpet. My Grandma was quiet and some would say shy, but to me she always was strong and iconic. She would show up to a high stakes poker game, even if it made her uneasy, she would be there for her family. She was anxious and nervous, but that never meant she wasn’t strong, beautiful and iconic.
From poker chips to pearls to a strategically placed set of dentures, Poker Night is a celebration of the women who shaped me - sharp, stylish, and full of personality.
36”x48” acrylic on canvas
part of the “That Girl” series
Poker Night kicks off the That Girl series - a body of work that reimagines my two Grandma’s and my Great Aunt Martha as the ultimate icons. Growing up, they were my first “that girls” -bold, glamorous, hilarious, poised and unforgettable.
This particular piece features both of my Grandmothers, captured in a moment of high-stakes flair. My Dad’s mom sits front and center, nails perfectly filed - a tribute to a childhood memory of her shaping them in second flat in the back of a moving car just after arriving from the airport. Eight years old, sitting in the back seat with her, I watched her precision with amazement. She’s going all in, even wagering her Life Alert. A martini rests beside her - a wink to my Dad ‘s (her son) drink of choice.
Next to her, my Mom’s Mother sits with quiet strength, decked out. in a floral print reminiscent of the legendary Madonna Inn carpet. My Grandma was quiet and some would say shy, but to me she always was strong and iconic. She would show up to a high stakes poker game, even if it made her uneasy, she would be there for her family. She was anxious and nervous, but that never meant she wasn’t strong, beautiful and iconic.
From poker chips to pearls to a strategically placed set of dentures, Poker Night is a celebration of the women who shaped me - sharp, stylish, and full of personality.