10 December 2011
This will always be home, although I haven't lived here for decades. Bought in the 1950s and owned by my dad, I can still go home. But not quite. This is a composite painting, taken from pictures dating from 1957 to 1973. The house and yard never quite looked like this at any one time. Paint and flowers change, shrubs come and go. In fact, the house is now all yellow siding with bay windows.
And yet.........this is the home of my childhood, of my memories. I can always go home.
1 December 2011
From January 2010 to December 2011, (nearly two years!), I didn't paint a single thing. Why? I don't really know. Was I too busy? Traveling the world? Taking up new pursuits? No, no and no. I always knew I would come back to it; it's become a part of who I am. Maybe I was looking for a certain kind of inspiration. More emotional depth, perhaps. More of the artist's soul. I'm still not exactly sure.
In December 2010, I became a Grandma for the first time with the birth of Sylvan. This painting was my gift to him on his first birthday. Not only my first painting of my first grandchild, but my first painting of myself, as well.