A photo that was sent to me from the exhibit in Indiana touched me in a profound way.
The picture of the man viewing my artwork is my grandfather. He attended the opening and it was the first time he has seen my work exhibited in a gallery. As a young child I started most of my artwork in my grandparents living room when we visited them. Some of my most fond memories as a child - that are fresh to this day - happened in their house.
Sleeping in the back room with the tin roof during a rainstorm was music to my ears. Grabbing the coffee can filled with crayons and laying on the living floor to draw. Eating my grandmothers spaghetti and drinking iced tea. The smell of coffee brewing in the percolator when I got up in the morning. All a part of who I am and resonate in my work and very being.
So for me viewing this picture of my grandfather having the opportunity to see my work and the chance for me to share it with both he and my grandmother was very special.
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Thank you for sharing this moment. My father died this August, and I recently had an exhibit of my photographs. he was always my biggest fan.It means SO much to us artists when we have our family's support in our artistic endeavors!
Sorry for your loss Jenn and at the same time I wish to acknowledge the joy you experienced in having the loving support of a family member.
We as artist, at the core, do not require the support to produce the art that we create, but the connection, love and physical bond that is created when the support or appreciation is present in another is what life is all about.
Sharing the moment, even in silence, is life.
To me there is nothing greater and yet it is the most difficult experience for us to open ourselves up to receive.
I feel that living bond is always there Jenn and you are always supported in what you create.
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