Bitter Paint

My friend (and ex-hubby) Scott reminded me that his niece Laleña turned 30 recently. 15 years ago, we took a picture of her at our wedding, when she was thinking about the fact that she was pregnant. This picture became the subject of one of my first paintings. It was one of my favorites, because the portrait captured the seriousness of her thoughts.

I let my sister hang this painting while I was on the road a few years later. She gave it away while I was gone. Admittedly, she gave it to the family of the girl, but still the whole subject brings me great bitterness.

It’s one thing to let go of a painting when you’re ready. I’ve done this. But to have it given away without permission–it reminds me again of why I don’t talk to my sister much.

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