Hey, I know her!

A few years ago, I started painting my neighborhood. Well, the people in my neighborhood. Extending from my house to the shops up the street and down to the downtown corridor, anyone was fair game. If you happened to be standing on the corner looking particularly interesting, there was a good chance I was going to ask to snap your photo and paint you!

I’ve continued to paint the locals. This year, focusing on a local coffee shop and their clientele. But the same rules apply, if you happen to be sipping your coffee and catch my eye, you might just get painted.

This way of painting has introduced me to so many people in our city. Kids, moms, entrepreneurs, first responders, volunteers, and pastors. It’s expanded my heart and my love for this area. But it’s also done something else. It’s included you!

I exhibited some of my portraits at a local artisan event downtown a few weekends ago. For the first time, I mainly included paintings of locals. The number one comment I heard was, ‘Hey, I know that girl/guy/person/mailman!’ There’s real beauty in connection. Even if it’s between a person on the canvas and the one outside of the canvas.

How lovely to be seen and recognized and known!

It Was a Great Day

Covid-19 reared it’s ugly head in March, just ahead of the 70th birthday party we had planned for my Dad. So, we waited. Until August. We thought, at the time, that we had ‘flattened the curve’ and all was well. In reality, we just had a small window of time to enjoy a belated birthday picnic in the backyard before the next wave hit. I’m so thankful we did.

It was a great day. Dad is worth celebrating and 70 is a big deal. We ate and laughed and reminisced and took pictures.

This painting is based off of one of those pictures. It brings me joy. He brings me joy. Backyard picnics with people I love bring me joy. And painting portraits brings me joy.