Looking back on the first time you do something it can seem magical in the minds eye.
- "A painting is like a poem it's never really finished only abandoned."
My second portrait was of my father. While painting I had time to think and reflect about my dad and our relationship the things he had taught me and life in general. I had a flood of memories. My friend Heidi remarked that I had made the painting just a little too big and that it he was larger-than-life . She explained the rules of keeping a painting life size. I then realized thats how I always saw my dad larger-than-life.
When my dad told us he was diagnosed with cancer it was a difficult time for my family.
My father told me about a woman he met, she gave him a gift. She held a single rose and presented it to him. My father told me her name is Elixabeth. He said "she had such a beautiful glow about her. She is the kind of person everyone wants to be with. You can't help but love her.".
A neighborhood friend told Elizabeth that my father was also fighting cancer. later She brought him a rose to let him know that there are people out there who care, and that he isn't alone. I was deeply touched by her generosity and kindness, her gesture was uplifting at a difficult time. The effect it had on my dad was visible, I asked dad if he thought it would be ok to contact her.
I thought it would be a good idea to record some of what inspired me to paint her portrait and share her story