watercolor on butcher paper
by Holly Salvatore
My mom was tall and I remember her feet. She only wore shoes to work and her tan skin gave way to white cracking calluses and pink soles with high arches.
Cancer changed her body, but her feet are what stick with me. I liked to sit at the foot of her bed and read to her, and I watched as they lost their tan to pick up shades of yellow and blue and purple and green. I watched them swell past foot into balloon and finally I watched them hollow out. Deathbed feet.
I wanted to make them beautiful again and I'm happy to share this painting with you.