When I was 4, my mother framed a portrait I did. She said it was the loveliest thing she ever saw. For years, it was on the wall for all to see and I felt special. I felt proud. My love for portraits began. When I was 26, I met my future mother and law, a portrait painter as well. We got along well and her paintings inspired me. Her work awakened the portrait painter in me.
Unfortunately, neither was able to see me now, painting and living the dream. Robbed of their lives too soon, both would have been supportive during the times I doubt myself. It would have been really cool to have them around. What fun we would have had.
Although I get sad from time to time about what could have been, I don't linger there too long. What I focus on is the profound influence these two moms had on my life knowing that wherever they are, they are watching over me.
So I paint from the heart just like I did when I created this portrait when I was 4 which I still have.