In Loving Memory

I still can’t quite believe it, but my mother, Mariah Hegarty passed away at age 61 on September 15, 2016.  She had a very aggressive cancer that overtook her very suddenly.  She was a model of how to leave the world with grace and I’m so grateful for the time we had and that she was my mom.

My mom has always been such a supporter of me in life and as an artist.  She introduced me to art and to making art when I was very young by having a great collection of beautifully illustrated children’s books and by not allowing me to have coloring books or television and providing me lots of paper and crayons to draw as much as I wanted.  Both my parents encouraged me to experience and observe nature which is a vital part of being an artist and a student. My mom also taught me, especially at the end to forgive others and yourself, which frees you up to experiment and make mistakes.  She always let me take all the art classes I could find and just allowed me to pursue what I was interested in.

She loved beauty and our home was always an amazingly beautiful place. It was never cluttered or crowded, but had old and natural things, nice light, natural fibers.  Simple, straightforward beauty. She taught me that beauty is found everywhere and this profoundly affects my choice of subjects when I paint.


Mariah Michele Hegarty — 3/18/55 – 9/15/16

Every Place I Ever Lived

tore my heart with its beauty when I left.

My final week in Florida I steal away
to the beach morning and evening.

At dawn the long smooth waves are bolts
of pewter-colored silk shot with silver
folding and unfolding at my feet.

Dolphins pierce the liquid platinum
like dark needles. The pelicans
–those homely angels–
glide just above the wave caps,
their open-armed wings spread wide.

Splayed across the sand
treasures of the ocean’s generosity*
Each fractured shard, tumbled smooth-
edged and cloudy teaches me
there is nothing broken

that will not be transformed.

* Rumi

– Mariah Hegarty

16 thoughts on “In Loving Memory

  1. I’m so happy that I can say I knew her even a little. She was a lovely person. You honor her with your own beautiful life Sarah. I’m so sorry. Love you very much.

  2. I’m so happy that I can say I knew her even a little. I have fond memories of conversations with her. She was a lovely woman. You honor her with your own beautiful life Sarah. I’m sorry. Love you very much.

  3. More tears and hugs…the description you gave of the homes she created; that is so like yours. The poem is perfect. Love you

  4. We don’t know each other but isn’t it a wonderful thing, that an older New Englander (Mass) living now in St. Louis, and a fellow painter btw – would find some of your paintings and take them in as images for her teaching powerpoint lectures and to share with students … and then this person, who lives in St Louis…. looks at a work of yours and wants to know more so she reaches out to the internet, discovers your FB page, reads a bit and finds out that your mother has left you – – and mine left me a few years earlier, so here I am… someone you don’t know… writing to say I am sorry cause the missing her takes a long time to go away. She is beautiful in this photo. Your work is terrific and I just thought you’d like to know that its reached the middle of the country! Warm wishes for a good winter of painting!!

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