My mom recently gave me a treasure box. The contents are full of china painting accessories that were used by my great-grandmother.
I love treasure, glimpses of my family past. I knew my great-grandmother, but she was very old to me. She had braces on her legs and used a walker. Now I can know her more intimately. She painted many china pieces which her granddaughters still have. I can touch the patterns she used, envisioning the finished work, and soak in the beauty of this piece of her life. And I can begin to incorporate my great-grandmother into my own artwork. Her life continues, a ripple, an echo.