Nanny

My grandmother's living years were bound by emotional fears and scars and physical illness. However I saw deeper glimpses of the gypsy spirit inside. I feel compelled to give wings to images and representations of her throughout my art, to show the woman, as I saw her, through a child's eyes. Yes she was, as her children would attest to, a dysfunctional parent. But for me, her granddaughter, she was a loving and exciting nanny, especially when I spent the night and she'd let me stay up till the wee hours with her watching scary movies. She would sometimes sing and dance to the radio and raise her glass of spirits and announce, with her lovely flirtatious giggle,
"I'll drink to that!"
I remember her laughter, I remember her love, and I remember her support of my dreams. I cherish her memory in my heart always.