Last week I had a visit from a dear friend that brought me a birthday gift. She knew I was down with lupus during my real birthday time and didn't want to bother me until I felt better. Donna arrived at my home and in her hands was a pastel picture. She handed it me saying, " I was going through some of my dad's things and came across this. I knew it was yours as soon as I saw it."
How honored I am to have a piece of art that was created by my friend's father. Then I saw the painting. ARE you kidding me? This is as if Donna's dad knew me. As I inspected the painting I noticed that he created this the year I was born. How fortunate am I to have a friend like Donna?
Thank you again dear friend. I am making a frame for this and placing in with my other skulls and skeletons.
A 62 year old painting just waiting for me.
Honor and integrity in art, in life.