Morning cuddle depicts my mother, sitting on my bed, absentmindedly stroking our cat, Peet. It is a captured moment of silence and thoughtfulness, between the work, the plans, the conversations. Just a moment of stillness, an almost concerned or is it a sad, nostalgic expression on her face? It is a portrait of a hermetic subject, not giving anything away. The painting shows her complexity, her subtlety, she is not only one thing or another, not only my mother, not only someone stroking cats, not only a wife. She is a deep pool of thought under the surface, a whole ungraspable being.
