My mom, Jennie, likes to paint. She always has had a flair for the artistic but due to numerous reasons, she hasn’t been able to pursue her art. That is, until now.
She began taking lessons when I was in school. I will never forget the phone conversation we had the day after her first class. “I just can’t do it. I am terrible.” Roles were reversed as I told her to suck it up and stick with it, just like she made me do with piano lessons when I was 7 and hated my life. I’m so glad she did stick with it as her skill is growing more and more each lesson.
Mom takes lessons on Monday evening at the O’Toole gallery in Grafton with the amazingly talented Lloyd Fitzgerald. Lloyd is a wizard with a paintbrush, his paintings almost leap off the page at you.
I wish I could paint. I really can’t – photography is definitely my artistic medium. But I tagged along to a lesson a week or so ago anyways, just to try to soak up some of the artistic flair floating around the room. I got to paint a circle as well, don’t worry, I won’t burn your eyes by showing you.
