Jessie and Sam:
Mere weeks before MS blew up in my lap, I’d spent an
afternoon painting a landscape study outdoors by the side of a neighborhood
road. A woman stopped and admired the work I had propped up beside me. We
talked for only a few minutes, then in her thick German accent, she wanted to
know if I could do a portrait for her from an old photo. For sure, I can,
ma’am. We exchanged particulars, size, price, and then I told her I would be
back at that same spot the next morning if she decided to commission a
portrait.
She was waiting in the morning light when I got there. She
had a black and white photo of a couple sitting on their farmhouse porch. They
were her husband’s parents, now gone. Her son, their grandson, was moving into
a house on the property and she wanted to gift the portrait to him at the
housewarming party.
“Do you want it in color?”
“Oh? Can you do that?”
“Yes, ma’am.”… I asked what color his eyes were, and she described
the shade of blue then described every other possible color in the photo. She
was charming, and I commented how much I loved her accent, it reminded me of my
teens in Bavaria.
We were fast friends.
She paid me half then, as discussed, and then before she
left, I asked “What were their names?”
Her eyes lit that I would ask, “Jessie and Sam”.
So I started like I do all of my oil paintings… sketching it
in with warm sienna, a natural base for any outcome, just to get it situated in
the canvas to my liking, sharpening the shadows and erasing with thinner when
needed and laying white in where I know the highest areas are going to be.
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She loved the finished painting, and hung it in an unused room until the housewarming. I saw her a few weeks later. She reported that her husband found the painting, and loved it so much that he wanted to keep it. It hangs in the formal living room. He said, "I'm keeping it, he can have it when I die"
Awww!
