An Artist's Wife

Yesterday we went to the country, we had not been to see Trevor and Amanda's new home, we were overdue. Things had changed for them since last we saw them, we were also going to meet the newest addition to their family, their daughter, Simone. Two young talented artists, starting a new life in a new home. It had been a long time since I had seen clothes that small. A school house in the country, does it get any better than that? We left the noise and crazy pace of Toronto behind us and looked forward to our visit very much. It was beautiful, gardens full of flowers. Beans growing up the vines in the sunshine. A sense of history prevailed throughout this home, initials of the children carved into the brick, blackboards on the walls, there was a bell at the bottom of the stairs. I thought of the sound it would of made, and what it would have been like as it called the children to class, did they hear it for miles around? It was perfect for them, this house, it suited them, they are s

Sometimes I feel Terri has no idea how powerful his paintings can be, how humbled someone is when receiving one. Or by the fact that he has the ability to do what he does even. They almost have the opposite effect on him. They seem to at times cause him such self doubt, to shut him down, he worries, will people like his work? Will friends feel obliged to hang this on their walls if he was to give them one? How can he call himself a painter when there are so many talented people out there? Silly thoughts really, but they are real to him. This past month he has been working so well, his room is alive with the paintings he is working on, all in different stages, it is so exciting for me to come home from work and see the work he has done. To watch these blank canvasses come to life. He has a commission for mid September, and is also working on a gift for the family friend that married us, Atin. A Hindu priest, Terri thought a painting of Shiva would be perfect for him, and it is. We were