This old polaroid is a photo of two of my favorite women in the world. The dark haired one is my cousin Stephanie, while the blondie is my sister, Gwen. I have no idea when or why this photo was taken back in the late 1960s – but I do know why I am posting it today! I am heading up to Dubuque tonight to attend the opening of one of Steph’s shows, this one at the Carnegie-Stout Library (in the old rotunda). Steph is an accomplished artist, and her work is truly stunning, whether it is drawing, painting, or her trademark bead mosaics. (You can view here work here.) The piece, La Luna, is one of my favorites. (The entire surface of the piece is crafted from beads, each individual bead placed painstakingly, one at a time, into the piece.)
When we are children, we love the people in our lives regardless of their skills or talents, regardless of who they might become in the future. Steph has always been a part of my family, and I don’t remember spending any time in childhood thinking about the person she might become as an adult. As so often happens, our grown-up lives took us in different directions. I saw her occasionally, though I was always happy to spend time with her when those moments arose. Then one day I turned around and really looked – and discovered this amazing person. Loving Mom, great friend, gifted artist, beautiful human being. My cousin – and, I am happy to say, my dear friend.