We were away overnight last night, and had a couple of
wonderful meals with good friends. We all rapid tested
before getting together, which was good. I promised
one of our friends that I'd write about Wallace, who was
my father, in an upcoming post -- so here it is.
My father believed in me as an artist. I think that was one
of the best gifts he gave me. So I dedicate this little post
to him. He also, along with my mother, taught me to love
being near water. As a child from the time I was one until
I was 13, we went every summer to a big cottage built at
the beginning of the last century, that was situated on a perfect lake.
I saw water, swam in it, canoed on it all summer. Then
we moved to Toronto, and the uncle we rented the cottage
from sold it -- but my love of being near water never went away.
We spent a lot of time near water this weekend, and I
came home and painted this painting.
Here's to my Dad, William Wallace. I wish you were here
Daddy to talk about art.
Have a loving your family day.