In this painting I sit on a little wooden bench at my grandparents place we called "The old House"! It was an old house but a good house because it was a real home. Cooking was done on gas and the gas was delivered in a red tank and hooked up beneath, I guess the stove. As a child I wasn’t too interested in the details of home keeping, but I remember the red tank, bright shiny red it was.
My memories from the days at "The Old House" were all happy, until I learned that they would soon move to, yes "The New Place". Luckily my grandparent knew how to comfort me and reassure me that, just because they moved, it wouldn't mean that I would not see them anymore, which was my greatest fear.
I still vividly remember when my grandmother found me crying in bed, only to pry out of me the reason for the tears. All I knew in my child's simplistic though processes was, that everything I knew would be no more. They were "leaving" the old house, that place I connected with happiness and safety, with roses and the creek, the garden and the apple tree. Grandpa with the garden shears, grandma with the baking and cooking. Fun times marching around the house like a choo choo train with grandpa being the #locomotive, us singing songs and blowing paper party curls through the air.
I remember laying in bed, on my back as she explained to me how it was going to be, that I would see them just the same and nothing would change, only where they lived. As she spoke, I watched the lights from cars, from the nearby street travel across the ceiling, the lights traveled left to right, I was fixated on it. I slowly became calm and the tears went away, with every comforting word she spoke.
In this painting, I recount a day when I was sick with a cold. I felt pretty peaky but even sick days were good days at the old house. Grandma gave me some icecream, vanilla with a chocolate coating that was crunchy and crumbled when I bit in to it. It was cold and soothed my sore throat. I was allowed to sit outside in the sun for a while right under the kitchen window, where grandma could see me. I was way overdressed but she wanted me to stay warm, so I wore funny little pants and a dress over it. It was probably Autumn but I am not sure.
I ate my ice cream before it melted and came back inside, where I was promptly told to lay on the little couch, that was inside the family room/kitchen. I was Ok with that, because I was weak and tired and laid down, it was late afternoon and grandma was fixing something, Abendbrot (supper/dinner) probably. She took kitchen towel and laid it over the lampshade to dim the light from my eyes. I see her hands laying the towel and adjusting it to make it right, as I doze off.
The original painting of me sitting on the bench is sold but you may purchase prints:
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A Mixed media (Watercolor, Ink and Pastel) on Canvas. I am working on right now. It will be available soon.
I love doing these on canvas, the client can hang them up right away of frame them as well.
My "dream" vacation imagination, gone wild. Ginette cruising on a super yacht with her best friends along the Italian Riviera! OH YES! That would be nice! We just stop in Portofino for some shopping.
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According to Pliny the Elder, Portofino was founded by the Romans and named Portus Delphini, or Port of the Dolphin, because of the large number of dolphins that inhabited the Tigullian Gulf.
The village is mentioned in a diploma from 986 by Adelaide of Italy, which assigned it to the nearby Abbey of San Fruttoso di Capodimonte. In 1171, together with the neighbouring Santa Margherita Ligure, it was included in Rapallo's commune jurisdiction. After 1229 it was part of the Republic of Genoa. The town's natural harbour supported a fleet of fishing boats, but was somewhat too cramped to provide more than a temporary safe haven for the growing merchant marine of the Republic of Genoa.
In 1409 Portofino was sold to the Republic of Florence by Charles VI of France, but when the latter was ousted from Genoa the Florentine gave it back. In the 15th century it was a fief of families such as the Fieschi, Spinola, Adorno and Doria.
In 1815 it became part of the Kingdom of Sardinia and, from 1861, of the unified Kingdom of Italy.
In the late 19th century, first British, then other Northern European aristocratic tourists began to visit Portofino, which they reached by horse and cart from Santa Margherita Ligure. Aubrey Herbert and Elizabeth von Arnim were amongst the more famous English people to make the area fashionable. Eventually more expatriates built expensive vacation houses, and by 1950 tourism had supplanted fishing as the town's chief industry, and the waterfront was a continuous ring of restaurants and cafes. WIKI