I do not know why it has been so hard to paint since the death of my husband. Usually painting gives me such peace but I’ve found little peace in these last 3-1/2 months. I have friends who are supportive and don’t push too hard. Everyone tells me painting will help.
Maybe it’s finding the right picture to paint is the key. This past May my mother-in-law celebrated her 100th birthday. A big family birthday celebration was had. It was a roaring 20’s themed event. Very fun for everyone. I’m thinking we had around 100 people in attendance. This photo was taken that day. Two brothers pretending to be musicians.
What I saw was the love between them. That love I tried to capture. There is a big age difference between them but it doesn’t seem to matter one bit. I love this family I married into. I love them for sharing their son, brother, uncle and cousin with me. The man I call my husband; my best friend; my everything.
I hope to enter this picture in a show to hopefully win and move to the next level of competition. We will see. It’s nice to win. It’s great to have someone admire what you did. But it really doesn’t matter. What mattered is that I enjoyed myself. That was a very good feeling for me.