This piece is a collage of old and new photos of my mother and my two younger sisters. My mother's mental illness kicked in hard after I was born, and we all grew up in uncertainty because she was sometimes caring, and sometimes very strange and cold.
I was not terribly pleased with how the millefiori lagoon dried. The heat was on, and the lagoon formed crevices. The wall on the edges is far from transparent. However, I accept that this is how this piece is. I was very stuck because I was unsure how to proceed, but now I am moving on. This is a finished piece.