Growing Up Abstract

Growing up in our home were my mother's large canvas paintings. Abstract and non-objective. They were always open to individual interpretation. One of my brothers and I were discussing our mom's paintings at some point recently. We reminded eachother what we used to see in them. I remember being young in California and sharing the same interpretations with my childhood friends. Growing up I had friends who played along, offering up their visions and stories. And then I had a few friends who may have just been a little baffled by those large abstract canvases and the stories I offered to go with them.
With all that said, I am home at my parent's. And these large canvas paintings, abstract and non-objective, welcome me back. And it still feels so comfortable to be at home.