Sunday, January 10, 2010
Talent
Finally the print of 'Santa on horseback' that is given pride of place on the livingroom wall each December has been put away for another year. I was about to return the picture of a First Nation's Chief to its customary position when I came across this one. Seems to me it was painted either by my Grandma or my Aunt Lola (Dad?). Pretty sure it's family anyway. Which begs the question - how come I didn't get any artistic talent? (Neither did Dad, for that matter.)
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I like it.
Dear Liz.
It was painted by my kid sister Lola,who is now 77 years young.She was in her twenties when she did it.
Beautiful.
I used to stand in front of the mirror each night and admire my naked body And think that I should get someone to paint my portrait,but then a peeping-tom called one night and begged me to keep my blinds closed, so that was the end of my dreams.
Dad.
I like it Liz, put it on the wall and keep it there. It looks bizarrely like where I live. Which is a bit spooky considering all the stuff we've been saying about snow.
Nice message from your dad too!
Philip
Dorito - it's pretty good, isn't it? My family's soooo talented.
Dad - Aunt Lola, eh. Sure hope the cousins don't find out I have it. Glad the peeping tom came by.
Philip - it's going to stay there for awhile, I think. Pretty sure you guys have had more snow this winter than we have. I'm hoping we get more soon. And please don't encourage my Dad. ;o)
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