I fell in love with an artist, I married him, we bought a little house in beautiful North Eastern Ontario in the little Hamlet of Cooper. We are retired now.
This is an account of our journey.
This is the story of how he has changed my world forever, and the journey we share.
My first Art Show ...
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This past week I shared some of my paintings with my co-workers - it was both scary and very exciting.
Clancy sold a painting this week. Which was very cool, he has been second guessing himself and his talent the last couple of months. It is a great painting, sometimes what amazes me about paintings is how before it is even finished it has a history. Paintings all have stories. This painting started as a photograph I had taken of a co-worker as we waited for a plane in a small airport on a very cold January night, he had wanted to paint it the moment he saw the photograph. This week I took a photograph of the not quite finished painting to work to show Keisha. She fell in love with it, and got very excited to buy it, it is a very sweet painting. I was glad she loved it so much, when I told Clancy about what happened he felt she just wanted to buy it because she works for me. His self doubts are always so close, I guess it is the nature of the beast, artists no matter what their medium put themselves out to be judged with each and every piece they share with the world. It is difficult an
He was rolled up in the basement at his sisters place, safe but hidden, almost forgotten I think. He was one of the first pieces Clancy had created. He was unfinished, and so handsome, his gaze I found intense. He was another painting, ironically enough that his brother-in-law also was interested in. Clancy always laughs that both Serge and I are Gemini's and how alike we are. It seemed we also have the same taste in art work. Man Rinaldo would become a Christmas present I would get that year. Me became the second piece of art work I owned.
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