Above painting: “Meet the Family” 18″x24″ Acrylic and Ink on Canvas
The seven of us. My family. My favorite people in the world. They are kind and compassionate, forgiving and allow me to include them in my work… well, I haven’t had a complaint yet. I sometimes paint a less than pretty picture of us. You just try and live with seven people in the same house without an issue or two. Seriously, seven people are a crowd.
I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin.
Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes I remember being so fond of in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than “slightly miffed” due to my neglect. It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. I couldn’t resist.