Mom is so happy and proud in this photo, in her studio, surrounded by her work and facing the world head on. She called herself a painter, but I know she was an artist. Her love of faces and bodies, of capturing a look, an expression of shape and stance, is what comes through in piece after piece.
Mom was always on the move. Her motto was “just do it!” She volunteered at a homeless shelter, tutored adult learners in mathematics, supported Habitat for Humanity and Planned Parenthood. She walked the golf course, lifted weights at Gold’s gym, and took bodypump classes until illness cramped her style in her 83rd year. She eschewed sentimentality, didn’t suffer fools, and only occasionally tolerated Republicans.
Elsie Ridings Boyce was sister, wife, mother, grandmother. She made a mean apple pie. She wore winter colors and ear cuffs. Her eyes were sharp and curious, looking for the unique within the ordinary. She was strong and beautiful. We miss her.
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