“Life is the fruit she longs to hand you, Ripe on a plate. And while your live, Relentlessly she understands you” – Phyllis McGinley
This gorgeous “Himba” woman from north Namibia carefully sews her beads while her baby pads around in her lap without a care in the world. What would I give to be a child again! (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
“A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them”– Victor Hugo
I loved the fearlessness of this “inati” combined with the gentleness with which she holds her baby close to her bosom. The purest form of love remains untainted even in the most trying situations. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from India
“Mother is the name of God in the lips and hearts of little children” – William Makepeace Thackeray
The eyes of the mother seem to flow with unconditional love while the lips slightly pursed to hold back the proud smile as she holds her baby. It made me relook at the mother in me and I could identify with her like my own skin. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from the Massai tribe- Africa
“We are born of love; Love is our mother” – Rumi
I was so inspired to see the commitment of this “moeder” towards her baby. Nothing needs be said. The child is getting without having asked. The mother happily carries her child around as she works in the open fields to earn the bread to feed hungry mouths. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 16×23 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from Sudan
“Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother” – Oprah Winfrey
“Dinka” women from south Sudan remove their clothing before entering the water, revealing their beaded jewelry which they have worn since puberty. This mother completely bowled me over with her beauty and agility. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from Brazil
“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.” – Rajneesh
The fiery Brazilian mother glows with confidence and the un-inhibited love she has for her child who suckles on her breast while she keeps watch. I just had to capture the emotions portraying so much strength and softness at the same instance. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from Peru
“She never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn’t take them along”– Margaret Culkin Banning
I wanted to express the fun and joy flowing out from the little baby’s face, as the hardworking “madre” from Peru joyously carries around her bundle of love. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from Hawaii
“It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful? “ – Mahatma Gandhi
The pride and joy is so evident in the eyes of this young Hawaiian “makuahine”. I was moved by the meager living space not taking away the smile that lights up her face as she holds her baby in her arms. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from the land of Africa
“Who fed me from her gentle breast and hushed me in her arms to rest, and on my cheek sweet kisses prest? – My mother – Ann Taylor
Innocent hands reach out to feel the warmth of his mother’s breasts, his Shangri-la. I just had to recreate this expression of lack of any inhibition and sheer confidence which makes this mother look stunning to me as a woman. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from Tibet
“Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over” – George Cooper
I was inspired by the land of Tibet- a bundle of harsh living conditions, with vibrant colours bringing cheer into daily life expressions. The cautious, curious and yet secure boy flourishing in the protective presence of his “mihkain” stirred my desire to portray them. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 16×23 inches) (SOLD)
My mother from Syria
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine, I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine,
If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine, I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine,
If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’mine, O mother o’mine, – Rudyard Kipling
I wanted to capture the anguish, fear and apprehensions of this mother as she worries about her child’s future while the child looks up at his nurturer with complete faith and confidence in her love. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (AVAILABLE- Email to inquire)
My mother from China
“No painter’s brush, no poet’s pen, In justice to her fame, Has ever reached half high enough, to write a mother’s name” – Anonymous
This gorgeous “Muqin” from the Miao community of China completely took my breath away. She not only carries her child but proudly carries her ancestors hair as her headgear. (Watercolour, pen and pencil on paper. Size 23×16 inches) (SOLD)
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