I always appreciated the magnitude of my mother's imagination. She always saw beauty in what was broken, and she'd preserve it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I adored my mother, and I will always have extraordinary memories about her and remember her, and she opened the doors for me to appreciate arts.
My mother has always encouraged my creative side. She is a very eclectic, creative woman and looks incredibly glamorous, even when trudging about in wellies. Our family home is full of items from her travels and her amazing etchings and drawings.
I was lucky because my mum was a teacher and showed me how to read and write. But most importantly, she encouraged me to use my imagination.
I luckily had a very charming, lovable mom who I think everybody could see bits and pieces of their mom in.
My mama loved books; I became fascinated by the wonderful stories that came out of these things she held in her hand - and started to make them up myself.
From a very young age, stories fuelled my imagination in the most wonderful way.
After my mom died, there was so much written about her fashion and her style and all that, and I felt that one of the most important parts of her was missing, her real intellectual curiosity.
My mom was a housewife and a sponge, who would absorb everything and make it all look like a fairytale when he entered the house. For instance, when he came home, I would always be seen studying with my books open. She always made sure that Dad went back to the shoot happily.
I owe much to mother. She had an expert's understanding, but also approached art emotionally.
The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth.
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