Pictured with me below, her, a woman passing by that I had never met, to whom I dedicated the title of the piece, "For Her". 

Although we had never met, we felt an instant connection with each other, and talked about life, what I was painting, and where we were from.

I found a familiarity in her that reminded me so much of my own grandmother as we spoke for a good 15 minutes or so.  She shared that she lived in the brick building that is part of this painting, behind the beautiful flower garden I was trying to capture, Monet style, without my glasses on.

I had told her that I hoped I could finish the painting before dark, and before it started to rain, and she had said she would pray for me.  She looked over me with such innocence and child like eyes.

Later she would continue her walk around the block, only to stop again, and continue the conversation.  After the 3rd time she visited, I began to notice a bit of repetition, especially when she commented that my painting looked quite a bit better than the"other girl" who was painting the same scene.  

It was then, that I felt even more closeness and compassion for this sweet stranger, for my own grandmother suffers in the same way.  Dementia is a sneaky thing that creeps up on the best of us, with little discrimination.

It felt comforting to see this beautiful woman, in her innocence, and ability to speak to me with little inhibition, and so much kindness, so I felt a strong urge to dedicate the title to our experience together.  I knew she would not remember me, but I will remember her, for as long as my memory serves me properly.