Spring in a Victorian Jug
Watercolour on Arches paper
12 x 14 inches
Barbara Muir © 2010
(the date is unknown)
The painting I'm showing you tonight is one of my
friends and family's favorites. It hangs in my mother's
house in Ottawa, and she frequently says that she
loves it. I am in the middle of a bunch
of projects so I thought I'd feature some old work that's
in my Mom's house for a couple of days, and then...
(wait for it) even show you some of my Dad's paintings.
Compared to my older work -- not this watercolour in
particular, when I can sense I was beginning to take off,
my Dad's stuff has more vigour and zest. I forgive myself
because I was a kid (artistically) in some of the earlier
work I'll show you, and my Dad was a grown, if
completely untrained, artist. For the most part I was
unimpressed with my Dad's work when I was an
upstart kid, despite the fact that he started to paint
partly because he read a little book on painting by
Winston Churchill (one of his heroes), and partly because
he admired what he saw as my talent. At the time there
was really no indication that I had any talent. But in his work
I now see such definite strength, wonderful colour sense plus,
a clear desire to go places with his art that I really understand.
Too bad we can't look at his work together, and
I can't tell him so to his face and give him a big hug.
My Dad always wore viyella shirts and cashmere sweaters,
and it was a pleasure to give him a hug, though he was
not the huggy sort.
Have a remembering-where-you-came-from day.