This is my Granny Lelioa M.
8” x 11”
Acrylic on canvas
I was so proud of this painting when I finished it. That sunshine was soon blocked by clouds. My granny once told me that my art looked like Voodoo. I was crushed by the slight. She was a very critical woman and not afraid to voice that.
My mother was upset that I painted my granny first. But I was equally afraid of painting my mother for the same reasons. I knew if I got my granny’s approval, I could get my mother’s.
My granny had a stroke and it changed her face. I sent her the painting. She loved it. Not only was my granny important to me growing up, but she was there when I was locked up. There were only 6 family members out of well over a hundred that reached into this darkness and helped.
I was 17 when I got to prison – a boy among sharks and wolves. Every week I got a note from my granny. Sometimes it just had two words on it, “Love you.” When she was sick a few times, I got an envelope with nothing in it. Fearing the guards stole the contents, I’d call and she’d say that was all she had the strength to send. She was dying and showed more love for me than other kin people. (Giclee only)