Process: Mom’s Office (This is not an office)
For Mother’s Day, I decided to paint a portrait of my mom’s office. She has been working on setting up a room of her own. She used to share this office with my dad. My dad’s organized chaos quickly took over: piles of blue folders and post-it notes, aged and aging monitors, brimming folders and suitcases, and him in his rolling chair. My dad hasn’t used the office since his death.
My dad left behind [read: created] an amazing legacy of thought provocation, compassion, research, and…documents. He was a thorough and meticulous, literally illegible note taker. He put all his effort into everything he did. One of his effort’s manifestations was the contents of his office, which he stopped using, suddenly, in February, 2014.
My mom, equally meticulous and thorough, organizes differently, especially now that she wants the office to be ready in case she’s not there to use it. This context is as…
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