Nicola Hancock
Contemporary Painter
 
   
 
 
   
 

 
   

 

It is the patchwork mother then, who offers the child her present. It has a loop to hold it, so it can be given and received. The child is warm now because she recognises her gift. Probably no one else would, but she knows it is the best thing she can ever have.  She is being given some legs of her own – Legs Eleven she calls them. She climbs up upon them and reaches out for the hand she now can hold and a part of herself that she hardly knows is embraced by a heart that is bigger than just her own. Like all mothers this one has a cup of tea, which, of course, affords her a considered perspective and plenty of time to sit and just be together. In view of such worthy attributes, the child christens her the Golden Madonna with Cup of Tea.
   
             
 
 
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