A sweet woman in my ward at church suddenly lost her husband. This was my gift. I often feel weird about making paintings for others, and I hope that they like it. I don't want to force my art on anyone. So far people usually love having a painting, but it's not always easy and sometimes a little embarrassing. I don't share paintings to seek praise. I just am touched that a painting means anything to someone else. I received a FB message this week from another person suffering a loss who I gave a painting to, and she said it deeply touched her. I'm willing to put myself on the line if there is a chance that it will lift someone else.
I did a larger version of this painting this week, and I'll post that next. The colors are a little different. I love both of them for different reasons.
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