I used to go to my grandparents’ cabin, did this for two or three summers, and they had this painting on the wall that I would sit and stare at. I wanted this painting, but of course it was my grandparents.
My grandfather passed a few months ago, and when I went to the interment, that day they were clearing out his stuff.
Including this painting, which they said they were going to toss.
OF COURSE I immediately snatched it up.
Here it is:
My uncle told me it was painted by a woman who lived in the corner house of their block who was a close friend of my grandmother. It’s signed ‘Steffa’ or something similar – it was hard to read.
I also took home some paintings my aunt Hazel did, but I wasn’t in a rush to put them on the walls.
THIS painting though is already hung over our dinner table where I can sit and look at it while I eat. I don’t know what it is about it, but I wonder where the road is going and just like looking at it.
It’s mine now, to look at every day after two decades of wishing it was mine every time I saw it.
Is there any artwork that you absolutely covet? What types of things do you hang in your house? Inquiring minds want to know! *smile*
