Size: 12" x 12"
Year: 2009

I love calla lilies, in all colors, shapes and forms. When I was young and lived in Argentina, the calla lilies I saw were the large ones, white, waxy-looking flowers. They were used mostly (or exclusively) for funeral wreaths, so I always saw it in flower shops close to cemeteries. My dad disliked them, as to him they represented death. So, whenever I had them at home, mixed in with roses, and carnations, wild flowers and greenery, he would look at me and say "Ana … not calla lilies again!" and laugh. I lost my dad a few years back, but I wish he could see this piece. Dad, if you are looking down on me … I known you are nodding your head and thinking "Calla Lilies again!". But you would have agreed these turned out quite beautiful. Here's to you, Dad.

Materials: Canvas, tissue paper, oil paint, silk organza, Angelina fibres, silver leaf

Finalist in the Quilting Arts Calendar Challenge 2010.

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