I went to paint with my community last night…not for the sake of an auction at the end of the evening, but as a way of working out my frustration at being here in the west while out east my Mom is sick and my Dad is worried. I’m grateful to my sister and my daughter who are there as supports…grateful to my uncle who drove from Montreal to love and support…but still my heart aches to be there…so I painted.
I have captured a likeness of my mother at a young age, but recognize easily the bits that need to be perfected to give a truly accurate depiction. S’ok though, because in two hours, the place I arrived at was a peaceful place. In attendance, and greatly appreciated, were Clayton, Margy, Wendy and Jen….and with open arms and big hugs; Bassano, Jeff, boy-Morgan, Karen, Jess, Harold, Tamara, Andy, Bruce, Jeff, girl-Morgan and of course, Rich. Oh yes, and there was one wee girl who observed from behind for much of the evening and finally approached. Her hair was in a thick mass of curl. She said sweetly, “If that lady had brown eyes, we would be twins. I think I look like her and she’s beautiful.” Great conversations were shared while painting and I thank the people who attended for the first time and the people who stopped to give me their thoughts on my process. It was wonderful.
So, no, I did not paint the inspirations of the night…and I began upside down and then shifted to right side up during the last half hour.