Mothers and Sons
My son grew up without my parents in his life, as they were killed in a car accident when I was young. He knew them only from the old photos we have in our home. He would ask me, “Mom, when are you going to do a painting of me with my grandma?”
The opportunity arose to do an editorial illustration of how sons can play their mothers like a violin. The result was this painting of my son with my mother.
gallery of art by alice flynn 