I have always loved art. I spent most of my childhood with crayons and paper. As I grew older, I took some classes in England, and finally attained a degree in Fine Art in the nineties. Life has been in the way for most of the last two decades, but I always made room to visit special exhibitions in Toronto. Whenever we were away somewhere, I’d take Becky to the local gallery and talk about the displays. She’s been to the National Gallery in London and the Louvre in Paris, to name two. Imagine my delight when I found out she was taking an art course through her day program. These paintings are the result.
We have two of them hanging up already. I’m so proud of her! I absolutely love them. In fact, it has moved me to try drawing again. I broke down and bought a sketch pad recently. It is difficult after so many years. My fingers and brain are rusty. I make so many errors, I think there will be nothing but chicken scratchings left. Anyway, here are my two efforts; both portraits of Frida Kahlo.