Nothing beats a cup of Turkish coffee.
It has been a while since I’ve sat down and really looked at this painting. Its inspiration brings back a lot of emotions that I tend to suppress. This coffee cup is one, from a set of twelve that belonged to my late grandmother. The story behind this cup is one of much sadness and sorrow. The set was purchased after the tragic loss of my grandmothers nephew. It is Lebanese tradition that we open our homes for people to come and pay their respects to the family, where we serve them Turkish coffee.
About 5 years ago I was doing some spring cleaning with my Grandmother and we found these cups stored away. That was when she told me the story behind them. The sight of them brought on a mixture of joy and sadness. The memory of ones she loved, deeply. Not only the loss of her nephew but the untimely death of her only Daughter. A loss that I wasn’t able to fully comprehend until I became a mother myself.
When I decided to make this painting I dedicated it to my Grandmother. She was my biggest fan. The look of pride beaming on her face when I presented it to her. I miss sharing cups of coffee and the stories that she shared with me. But most of all I miss her presence. The woman who shaped me. The woman who supported me. The woman who was the greatest example of strength and resilience. Never will a day pass that she is not with me, on my mind and in my heart.