Origin of Painting for Travis

Origin  of Painting for Travis

I am a mother who lives with sorrow.
I am an aunt who lives with even more sorrow.
I am a sister who grieves mightily for the pain my sister must now sleep with every night for the rest of her life.
I am not a very religious person,
but I ask the universe to please bear the beautiful soul of
Travis Evans-Lombe
gently upon her waves and her wind.
Amen.

Thank you Travis, for lighting it up for as long as you could hang in there, buddy. I love you – Aunt Marianne

Origin of Painting for Travis

Origin of Painting for Travis

This was a special moment. It was the morning after the performance and I had removed Travis’ cut-out. Rosa asked me if I had any sidewalk chalk and I said I didn’t. As I was photographing the mural, Rosa came up to me and said: “This is our lucky day”. In her little hand was a small piece of sidewalk chalk that had been left on the sidewalk. Then she drew this heart.

Origin of Painting for Travis

Origin of Painting for Travis

This is Rosa standing in between the cut-out of Travis and my traced shadow. This is the customary spot where Rosa usually gets her own shadow traced after the performance is over. All the little kids get their own shadows traced in between the big shadows. But for this performance, Rosa graduated to tracing a shadow in the row with all the performance participants, and in her words, that made her ‘a big girl now’.

Origin of Painting for Travis

Origin of Painting for Travis

This is me after I traced the cut-out of Travis. I am getting ready to turn and make my own shadow so my daughter can trace me, and my son captured this wonderful photo where I am just touching Travis’ cut-out on the shoulder. I feel like this is where I really started to tell him goodbye.