I already know the title for the piece I'm working on, but the art itself is taking shape more slowly than I expected.

The inspiration is a photo I took as a kid during an extremely rare moment of snowfall in the L.A. suburbs. It must have been around 1981, and I was so excited to take a picture of my mom in it before the snow melted. Then our neighbor had a great idea: drive a few blocks further up the mountain, where the snow hadn't yet disappeared, and take a picture. 

The snowflakes vanished about five minutes later. But I remember this moment more for the other stories I see in my mothers face.

More on that next time.