When trying to decide what my piece would be about I suddenly had the image of bugambilias (or bougainvilleas) and my afternoon chats with my mom. Growing up there were a couple of houses with huge bugambilias covering the whole front of the homes just across the street from our home. My mom and I we would sit in the afternoons in our front porch to chat, people watch and knit or embroider (whatever little project we were working on at the time). Our street was always bustling with kids running around, neighbors chatting with each other and the colorful blossoms covering the street in a bright pink blanket. I miss those days... I miss my afternoon chats with my mom.
So for this piece I wanted to capture the bright pink hues of the bugambilia blossom and the blocks interlocking to me represent how our memories are what keep was connected.