Painted with love
Due to my parents fading memories, our conversations tend to live in the past.⠀
This is one of the memories that has inspired this new collection of paintings. Here’s a sweet one...
My dad worked out of town most weekdays and we only saw him on the weekends. Occasionally when he WAS home during the weekday, he was the one that would wake me up for school. He let me sleep in over and over. Five minutes here, another five minutes there, every time coming in saying “Come on Babe time to get up!” He knew I loved to sleep in. When I finally would wake, he’d make me toast. He made it better than anybody I’ve ever known. I don’t know how it was so good. He’d slather on extra butter and peanut butter but never taking it all the way to the edge leaving the edges dry and crusty. He’d often burn it. I’d complain, only to hear him respond, “Burnt toast, it’ll put hair on your chest.” And my response, “But I don’t want hair on my chest, dad!” It doesn’t sound great, does it? but somehow that burnt toast was magic. Or perhaps the magic was the kind and rare gesture from such a sweet dad. ⠀
PAINTING FEATURED: Burnt Toast 2 (yes! I’ve made more due to popular demand!)⠀
MEDIUM: acrylic on canvas⠀