(contributed by J&M)
Speaking of Mom, I had forgotten that she was a painter. She worked with acrylics and created several dozen pictures that she painted from nature photos that she clipped from old magazines or adapted from old greeting cards.
|butterfly and daisies|
(contributed by T&S)
I remember her first painting was a picture of a simple winter scene - a gray background and a white house with a black roof. (I think someone commented that the house must not have had insulation.) She worked on her winter picture during Jan. or Feb., and it seemed to take a long time. My dad would tease her, "The more you paint, the more it snows! Will you PLEASE finish that painting so spring can come?"
Eventually she did finish, and then went on to paint several more. My dad sometimes made frames for her out of plywood that she stained or dabbed with paint and then coated with a clear sealant. Other times the frames were store-bought. Dad also helped her stretch more canvasses after her class had ended. She never named her pictures, so we came up with our own references for them.
|bird picture |
(contributed by E&B)
The first three or four paintings were hung on the walls of my mom and dad's house. As my mom completed other paintings, she gave them to my older siblings who had their own houses. There were scenes of the North Shore, water flowing over rocks, butterflies, and daisies. She also took another class in abstract painting, but she didn't care for that style very much.
(contributed by SAM)
|Mom's shasta daisies|
(contributed by B&R)
Mom painted for only a very short time, probably about ten years, and then she stopped. She had started working on a huge sunset picture and it was taking forever just to put down the white base layer on the canvass. She never finished that one; it sat in the basement leaning against the moldy wall behind the ping pong table. I'm not sure why she stopped; maybe she got frustrated; maybe she got tired of it. Or maybe that particular season of her life had ended, and she finished what she needed to do; shared these special works so that we could remember her fondly.
Personally, I really like certain forms of abstract art, but I also didn't really like the black slices. I'm not a painter, but I decided to add a few of my own creativity to the work. I had some glitter paint which softened up the black portions. I also glued on some colored embroidery threads to make it look more three-dimensional. It's still a work in progress, but it's something of which I can say, "Mom and I did this one together."