Today

I just attempted to paint my mother's face from memory. And I can't.
All the colors that stick to the paper are dark, mauve, weathered and in my memory her skin is leather, although she applies baby oil daily to her body.
I cannot decide whether the distorted memory of her face and skin is due to the lack of sensory store and connection to long term memory, my unpracticed hand, the dull light within the room, or once again that feeling that we are growing apart.
Perhaps I'll have another go at it, but to be honest it hurts.