Brian said, "Wait... Wait... Wait a minute."
Saturday night Brian and his girlfriend Josie came over to socialize and to eat ham and cheese bagels. At one point I asked him over to the computer to show him some of my mother's website (www.nanonore.weebly.com[new window]) she is a painter, draftswoman, and ceramist. Earlier that night we had all been talking about how after three generations of living a certain way, it becomes a family's universe. Whether it be only eating fast food, or piano lessons, after three generations that family is fixed until a great force shows up to change it. We'd had a splash or two of whiskey as well so I took Brian over to my computer and showed him my mother's site. Saying something like, well if I were to have a kid, it will be the third generation, here's the proof. Then it came.
"Wait... Wait... Wait a minute."
Brian stopped me and told me to go back. He was right. I never think about my mom's art. It just was always there. I didn't know how much they are alike until that night.
In the images below, my mother's art is on the left and mine is on the right.