Thursday, July 27, 2017

a little painting

 I have been away from painting a few months, so it's a bit awkward to get back to it. Here's a little acrylic painting I did today. This is about my grandma. She loved pink-way before it was fashionable. If she could have had the house painted pink, she would have. Instead, my grandpa painted the house gray with pink trim.

The catbird is all about them too. They tamed a pair of catbirds so they would take food from their hands and even alight on their heads. For a little child-this was heaven! I was learning to love birds then. I had people to teach me that their love for me was like God's love for me. In my mind and heart, I have birds, love and my grandparents all tangled up into one love knot.
I am blessed, indeed....

6 comments:

Debbie Nolan said...

Dear Friend - your painting is lovely. So glad you shared about your grandparents and the meaning too...makes your work even more special. It is so hard to get back into painting when one has been gone from it for awhile. (I know it is for me!!). Well have a great day - Hugs!

Barbara said...

Very sweet little folk art! I,love your imagination. We watched a nest of catbirds launch their little ones from a forsythia bush in our yard this summer. If we got too close, they were very noisy.

Studio Maywyn said...

Lovely painting, lively and from the heart
It makes me smile.

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

I love the commentary with this picture. I'm pretty sure it's kind of how my grandkids will remember me. It's funny that you are mentioning the catbirds. We have had several catbird broods this year. The catbirds have been visiting us while we sit by the pond. They have absolutely NO fear of us. Do you remember what your grandmother fed them by hand. I would totally love to give it a try. The Chickadees sometimes sit on Terry's chest if we are sitting on the front porch near the feeders.

I'm so glad you're getting your paint feet back. This is a lovely tribute to start with.
xx, Carol

coralcottage said...

Debra - there is such gentle love in this painting. I can't help but feel good looking at it and then reading your lovely memories. So perfect. I'm glad you are painting. I hope you will continue to share with us. I'm not familiar with the term pink-way - does that mean she loved pink or is there more to it. Also what a lovely thing that your grandpa painted the trim pink. When we first moved to our house the roof was green and I wanted a red roof like my grandparents had on their house. I told Charles this - but he didn't say anything. Then early one Saturday morning I woke up, heard a strange noise and looked out the bedroom window that looks out over the front porch roof. There was Charles painting the roof red for me. Keep painting and sharing. xo Kim

Debra said...

Kim-I meant she loved pink way before it was fashionable. i didn't need that - <- thing after the word 'pink'- there we go again. Guess I use that symbol too much!