Having a busy little 15 month old doesn't leave much time to just sit and paint. So the two day painting class I took last weekend was a marvelous opportunity for me to really immerse myself in something. Sadly, I didn't finish either of the two large paintings I started during our two 5 hour sessions. But here are a few little things I did while waiting for one thing or another, paint drying, project lecture, coffee break, etc.
This is our teacher,
I also did a quick little portrait of her daughter, Anne.
Finally, I did a portrait of my Grandma, who hosted the class.
I’m really very pleased with it. Perhaps not so much how it looks aesthetically, (although I am rather pleased with that as well) but more because of what it means to me as a record of a place and time and a relationship. As long as I can remember, I have memories of painting with my Grandma. She has always been generous with her time and creativity. She taught me how to sew, china paint, make dolls and even let me try my hand at making lamp shades, finishing my shade after I lost interest halfway through. She has encouraged me in every artistic endeavor I have ever taken on. To me, this portrait reminds me of the hundreds of hours spent with grandma, painting, eating, listening to music and talking about life, God and art, and to me, that is a precious thing. I love you Grandma.