for my mother

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Fly free, my daughter. Be what I could never be and leave the cage forever.  -Nalini Singh-

Motherhood, Milan Paštéka, 1982/1984, From the collection of: Oravská galéria v Dolnom Kubíne
Kipling once said that God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. I truly believe that mothers are archangels commanded by God to take good care of kiddo angels like you and me.
Mother, Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida, 1895, From the collection of: Sorolla Museum
I was not expected by my parents, therefore I was always an exception of the family.
Mother and Child, Harold Gilman, 1918, From the collection of: Auckland Art Gallery Toi o Tāmaki
My mother worked very hard to support the family, sometimes she had to go to another city for job training; while she was away, I felt terribly lonely.
Peasant Mother and Child, Mary Cassatt, c. 1894, From the collection of: National Gallery of Art, Washington DC
When my mother finally realized that she no longer could take care of me so she found a nanny for me. Nanny was an old lady she had enormous patience, which was something that my mother did not have for me.
Children in a Garden (The Nurse), Mary Cassatt, 1878, From the collection of: The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston
What was the best memory of my childhood? It was nanny. She allowed me to do everything I'd like to do. She never set rules for me. There was no whatsoever boundary.
Four Sketches of a Child at Play, George Romney, 1734–1802, British, undated, From the collection of: Yale Center for British Art
Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood. -Fred Rogers-
Mrs. Robert S. Cassatt, the Artist's Mother, Mary Cassatt, ca. 1889, From the collection of: de Young museum
Nanny was from China northern rural village. She had small bound feet and extremely heavy accent that made her very hard to communicate with people but that did not bother me. I understood her perfectly.
The Bath, Mary Cassatt, 1891/1891, From the collection of: National Museum of Women in the Arts
One thing bothered my mother very much was that I didn't bathe as much as I should, mother complained that to my father but not a single time did my father utter.
The Sick Child, Gabriël Metsu, Around 1663 - Around 1664, From the collection of: Rijksmuseum
Nanny loved me as her own daughter. She loved me and pampered me. I am forever grateful that she took good care of me - especially when my parents were away from home.
Untitled, 1986, From the collection of: Museu de Arte Moderna de São Paulo - MAM São Paulo
A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty much in the eye of the beholder. -Stephen King-
Kneeling in an Armchair, Mary Cassatt, ca. 1903, From the collection of: The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art
I was never a happy child after my mother decided to take me away from nanny and sent me to daycare. I was sensitive and melancholy to the new environment. I actually cried a lot through that phase.
A Family, Domoto Insho, 1949, From the collection of: Kyoto Prefectural Domoto-Insho Museum of Fine Arts
I remember there was a time that many friends of my mother's would come to our house; and they had girls' talk, after that they would order food from exquisite Chinese restaurant. Those days made me very happy.
Around The Dinner Table, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
My mother cared about our health so much that almost every time she would get mad if I had ice cream from street vendor. She tried to cook for us everyday, and normally it took her several hours to get the meal ready. One thing I remember vividly was we always had fish on the table, no matter what, that interested me because my mother came from the Northern Capital of China, it amazed me because most people there do not serve seafood every meal, but I was lucky that my mother would always try to do her best to provide us the best protein source.
A Nursery-School for War Workers' Children, Hewland, Elsie Dalton, 1942, From the collection of: Imperial War Museums
Daycare life was never easy for me, I would cry nearly whole day and Ms. Seto was very upset about it. When after-school program began I couldn't wait for my mother to pick me up, but then I was almost the last one to leave.
Madam Henriksen's school for girls in Skagen, Oscar Björck, 1884, From the collection of: Skagens Museum
I had a great appetite for books. I remember Stephen King once said that books are a uniquely portable magic, I couldn't agree more for books helped me get through awful a lot of loneliness during my solitary childhood.
Abstrato, 1961, From the collection of: Museu de Arte Moderna de São Paulo - MAM São Paulo
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller. -Paul Klee-
Playing Children, Enghave Square, Peter Hansen, 1907-1908, From the collection of: SMK - Statens Museum for Kunst
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly. -Pablo Neruda-
Children and Chalked Wall, no.2, Joan Eardley, 1963, From the collection of: Lakeland Arts - Abbot Hall Art Gallery and Museum
I actually wasn't good at anything. Neither drawing nor writing was my strong point, but my mother had a special talent for calligraphy. She used to correct my scrawled handwriting with a red pen; she would circle out all the slanting characters and made me rewrite them again. It wasn't fun.
Idéia múltipla, João José da Silva Costa, 1956, From the collection of: The Adolpho Leirner Collection of Brazilian Constructive Art at The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston
It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched. -George Gissing-
Children reading, Halonen, Pekka, 1916, From the collection of: EMMA - Espoo Museum of Modern Art
My mother was a good reader. She paid little attention of what or how we read, and so I was always lying in bed with a book in hands. Later on that casual indulgence paid off - I got a pair of glasses.
Zendo, great Teacher of Buddhism, Domoto Insho, 1975, From the collection of: Kyoto Prefectural Domoto-Insho Museum of Fine Arts
You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it! -Shirdi Sai Baba-
Movement I., Ján Kuchta, 2003, From the collection of: Galéria umelcov Spiša
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. -Roland Barthes-
Children Reading, Édouard Vuillard, Unknown, From the collection of: MuMa - Musée d'art moderne André Malraux
Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years. -Charlotte Bronte-
A mother plainting her little daughter's hair, Christian Krohg, 1888, From the collection of: Skagens Museum
My hair was very long when I was little. I don’t quite remember if I ever had it cut. My father would always ask my mother not to, so every morning she would ask me to sit down quietly and braid it into three interlaced strands. I was not happy because all my friends had their hair down and I thought it was beautiful.
Children painting spring flowers, Viggo Johansen, 1894, From the collection of: Skagens Museum
I remember Picasso once commented that it took him eighty years to paint like a child, so I assumed every child paints, except me. I was not fond of art at all. I remember my mother bought me a lot of crayons and paper; alas, I nearly turned blue.
Young Girls at the Piano, Auguste Renoir, 1892, From the collection of: Musée d’Orsay, Paris
Ha, music. I told my mother that I hate music but my mother made me go to the music lessons anyway. She just ignored me. She made me do things that I don't think I'd ever want to do.
Howling Dog, Paul Klee, 1928, From the collection of: Minneapolis Institute of Art
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. -Bob Marley-
The Blue Girl, Artist: James McNeill Whistler, 1873-1876, From the collection of: Smithsonian's National Museum of Asian Art
I have the heart of a man, not a woman, and I am not afraid of anything. -Elizabeth I-
Mother and Daughter, Fyodor Reshetnikov, 1950s - 1950s, From the collection of: The Institute of Russian Realist Art (IRRA)
Sometimes reading could be dreadful, especially when you were pushed to or you don't feel want to.
Women gather together to wear silly hats, eat dainty food, and forget how unresponsive their husbands are. Men gather to talk sports, eat heavy food, and forget how demanding their wives are. Only where children gather is there any real chance of fun. -Mignon McLaughlin-
The Skipping Rope, Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida, 1907, From the collection of: Sorolla Museum
I wish I had a sister that way I won't feel so terribly lonely because she could be there for me through everything.
Washing in the Courtyard, Manuel Wssel de Guimbarda, 1877, From the collection of: Museo Carmen Thyssen Málaga
One of my mother’s favorite things to do was to sit us in the front yard after dark and to tell us her beloved ghost stories. The consequence? I’d stay up all night and dare not to blink.
Children's Roundelay, Hans Thoma, 1872, From the collection of: Staatliche Kunsthalle Karlsruhe
Kids dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music. -William Stafford-
The Old Model (Old Spanish Woman), Robert Henri, 1911/1913, From the collection of: Blanton Museum of Art
My father died when I was very young and it was hard for my mother because she had to work hard to raise kids; she had to be a mother and a father for us. Isn’t Eleanor Roosevelt once said that a woman is like a tea bag, you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water. I think my mother was just like that.
Virtual XII, Hermelindo Fiaminghi, 1958, From the collection of: The Adolpho Leirner Collection of Brazilian Constructive Art at The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston
Work on the accent, it will enliven the whole. -Pierre Bonnard-
Portrait of a young woman. The artist's sister Anna Hammershøi, Vilhelm Hammershøi, 1885, From the collection of: The Hirschsprung Collection
One is not born a woman, but becomes one. -Simone de Beauvoir-
Group of Three Girls, Amrita Sher-Gil, 1935, From the collection of: National Gallery of Modern Art
Become so wrapped up in something that you forget to be afraid. -Lady Bird Johnson-
An old woman standing by a window, Vilhelm Hammershøi, 1885, From the collection of: The Hirschsprung Collection
My mother suffered from depression for almost all her life. Sometimes she would say something harsh to me, other time she would throw some curses to me too. As a young child those hurtful experiences were hard for me to digest. And this unhappy memory was very insufferable for me.
Quarrel, Astolfo de Maria, 1926/1926, From the collection of: Fondazione Cariplo
But if somebody dies, if something happens to you, there is a normal process of depression, it is part of being human, and some people view it as a learning experience. -Bob Geldof-
Three Old Ladies, Jēkabs Kazaks, 1916/1916, From the collection of: Latvian National Museum of Art
. . . for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes. -Milan Kundera-
Thomson Red Sky, Douglas Coupland, 2010, From the collection of: Vancouver Art Gallery
Old Woman on a White Stool, Neganov Andrey, 2001, From the collection of: Erarta Museum of Contemporary Art
My mother chose to end her life in her final days. I was there with her the night before she passed away. I saw her fear in her eyes, the fear of unknown. I was quite ready to accept her decision, but then I didn’t realize that it was so hard for me to let her go. I told her that I will still be her daughter next time, and together we are going to have a very happy life.
Inkarri, Fernando de Szyszlo, 1968, From the collection of: Blanton Museum of Art
Open yourself to love Love does not criticize, love builds Love is strong, its strength cannot be defeated It regenerates itself Take refuge in love. -Inkarri-
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