Imagine my surprise, when my oldest daughter handed me one of my childhood paintings.
It was given to her from my mothers belongings, to give to me.
My mom treasured all my art.
Even the not so great stuff. Like this ^ painting. I gifted most of my creations to her throughout the years. I love art! It has and continues to be a big part of my life. She always made a big deal about my handmade gifts, and made me feel good about them.
I can't believe my mom saved this old painting, but then again I can.
I think my jaw was hanging open when my daughter handed it to me. I searched for memories of how this painting came to be. I had completely forgotten about it.
How old was I when I painted it?
Not sure. I wish I had dated my art work. Guessing late Elementary or possibly early Middle School (around age 10-11ish).
This painting tells me many of the things I treasured as a child, are the same things I treasure now.
Horses, water, reflections, tree's, mountains ('er hills) along with the moon and sky.
The things I treasure are part of the fabric of who I am. Regardless of age.
The little grey horse I painted is just ridiculous. Makes me laugh. With a jockey type rider? Hmm, interesting choice. However, I do love how I painted the water. Even if the perspective is off. It is Monet-ish.
I gifted the above paint by number to my grandmother Aurora (the 1st) when I spent half of my 12 year old Summer living with her in Spain.
My abuelita framed it and hung it in her fancy living room, reserved for guests only. For many many years. The painting made it's way back to me and has traveled internationally twice.
Another art surprise happened, when my younger daughter (Harmony's girl) brought home another one of my childhood paintings. Also given from my mom's belongings, to give to me.
You may recall my commenting about this unique project, somewhere in blog land. I think on one of Lindas art posts. Wishing I had not gotten rid of my Dali, and here it is.
I have seen some Dali originals in person. He is most famous for his warped clocks, and yet I chose to paint a horse. I found the related print online. Talk about weird art!! No clue why I chose this piece, other than it has a horse in it.
I distinctly remember this final art project in eighth grade (13yrs old). We were to choose a famous artist to learn about. Our teacher cut a bust of each chosen artist, out of wood for us to paint. We had to study the artist, write a one page summary and paint them and their style.
There was an art show held at school, with the many artists displayed all around the room. I remember the excitement, and the many eyes looking at us!
I don't know what I am going to do with my Dali. He is 2.5 ft tall, large & imposing. I screwed his right eye up and it still bothers me to this day lol. I want to fix it, but I won't. I think I will prop him up on top of the storage shelves, where he can keep a watchful eye.
Everything changes, but some things stay the same.