My recent trip north to attend my mum’s funeral was originally intended to last no longer that four or five days at most.
Once there however, it just seemed to be the ‘right place’ to be. It also felt that to stay there, to be surrounded by mum’s belongings, by all the decisions she’d made to make her home was a way of continuing to spend time together.
So it was that our short stay turned into twelve days!
One of my favourite rooms in the house is the kitchen. (It’s probably fair to say that the kitchen is often my favourite room in most people’s houses.)
In the mornings, the light floods in through mum’s kitchen window, bathing it and warming it with a glorious golden light. Like in so many homes, it feels to me like the heart of the home, where often the best conversations take place and the best laughs are had.
This then, is a quick sketch of my mum’s kitchen window, for old time’s sake:
Spending time in this kitchen this past week – filled with all its memories, echoes of times past, has been like enjoying a beautiful extended hug from my mum.
This next painting is something totally different! I came across an image on twitter that was attributed to photographer Saul Leiter. I don’t know what it was in particular about the image but I somehow knew that I’d like to try to paint it!
Here’s how I got on:
While I feel okay about this painting, it mainly serves to remind me that time spent on a painting is no guarantee of anything other than time spent on a painting!
Personally – even trying to take into account the immense emotional bias! – the relatively quick study of mum’s kitchen window far outstrips this second painting that probably took two or three times as long to complete!