When the pandemic began, I surprisingly found solace in observing and painting flowers as they took turns blooming. I have obsessively painted flowers each Spring since, wondering why exactly it made me feel so good. One reason I realized was the connection I felt to the women in my family who came before me. I come from a line of makers, master gardeners, hellraisers, and aesthetes. I set out to explore the influence and connections to my maternal lineage. Working from the many flower studies, combined with sketches from old photos of myself, my mother, my grandmothers, and great grandmothers, I create large paintings on inherited old tablecloths to draw attention to undervalued domestic work. This piece examines the connections and differences between the lives my female forebearers and I have led, reflecting broader social changes.