My Nana
Josie Lorca was my grandmother. She was also one of the great loves of my life.
She painted women. Bold, complicated, unafraid women — the way most people don't dare to paint them. She talked about philosophy and meditation before either word was fashionable. She believed life itself was an unfolding work of art, and she lived like she meant it.
Long before I had words for any of the work I do now, she was already showing me. The way she moved through the world, the way she made things, the way she paid attention — those are the roots of everything I do here.
She passed last year. Before she did, she gave me her blessing to keep her work in the world. The gallery below is part of that. Soon, some of her paintings will live in other forms too — small, considered objects, made with care. Her art carried forward.
