You are not really my aunt and yet the closest I’ll ever get to one.
You are past the ordinary learning years and yet you enrolled in a painting class.
My mom, your cousin, told me: “You have to see her paintings. I don’t just say it but they are really good.”
I somehow expected the classics, vases, fruit, by a slightly unsteady hand of a beginner. When I got there and had a look at your works hanging around, I saw vistas. You draw google maps. You paint after photographs. And the lines are saying: “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
This is my photograph of our 12-km beach.
And this is what you painted after it and gifted it to me, just right for our blue-themed bedroom.
And after I was ohhhing and ahhhhing over a particularly striking green one, I received it as a gift too, a proper, quite large painting of Slovenian landscape near Zakojca on canvass. It was New Year’s but still – possibly the most extraordinary gift I’ve ever received.
Look how lovely it fits the green section of our home:
Thank you very much doesn’t quite cover it. Good that you’re coming kaj.
Photo: MM & BM, art by DS