My Mother was an artist ...

not a painter, not a musician, not a poet, not an actor, not a sculptor, in fact, not what people would term an artist in the conventional sense

Nonetheless, My Mother was an artist ...

My Mothers Artistry was in another dimension, an arena that has throughout the ages been so overlooked, more often under appreciated, without the adulation praise and glory typically bestowed upon the exceptionally gifted artists in our midst.

Nevertheless, My Mother was an exceptional artist ...

My Mothers canvas was our home, my Mothers palette was her creativity, my Mothers melodies, her song, were to be found in her cooking, her style, her grace. My Mother sculptured a beautiful life with her energy, her tenderness, her teachings, the way she cared for her children, the way she loved and cherished her family, the way she loved and partnered my Father, The way she sprinkled her magic around the house, her presence, her essence, her divinity, her unconditional love.

My Mother taught me the greatest lessons in life. Along with my Father, she taught me how to love, how to be kind, how to be gentle, how to have faith and compassion.

My Mother was a supreme Artist in the realm of crafting a beautiful life.

Upon My Mothers passing I felt a deep calling to create some form of art to honor her memory. What began as seed to create a book of photos, and a discussion with my soul sister Gina Roda, grew into something much greater than I could have imagined.  From the first interviews we filmed I felt my heart blown open, I knew in that moment I was in divine alignment with my souls purpose.

It is has been a great privilege and a great honor, and it is with great reverence that we embark on this journey to honor of all the Mothers and Women of the world, in loving memory and deep gratitude for my own personal Woman of Wonder, my Mother Nora Harvey ...