A Friend Who Walked in My Shoes...

SO that's it...what you see is the definition of friendship...or at least the representation of a true friend...

The story begins about 15 years ago, with the first meeting of my friend G. We instantly connected, the years passing by as our husbands plodded through years and years of schooling, our children were born, moves made, distances traveled...

Many seasons ago, I gave this painting to my friend...I wanted her to have a bit of me. For this painting was symbolic...it was from my early semesters of painting in college...from my first understanding of how paint meets canvas...and the beginning of a series of works done in those formative years...My Father's Shoes

Recently...After listening to services where she heard my tribute to my father...reading his series of poems and books where he mentions these works...she walked in her dining room and removed this painting from her wall. It had hung in her home for over a decade...a conversation piece, a memory of a friend. But she felt it was time to bring the inspiration back to her friend...and she loaded it in her car, driving about 300 miles yesterday to hang it in my studio.

With tears streaming, we hung the piece together...bringing a bit of my dad's spirit into the place...and now it sits...a piece of my history...a piece of my dad, my biggest fan...inspiring to paint again.

thank you G- I love you.