I love doing portraits of people so I thought I would try my hand at pets...
This is Alli. The photo was provided by her owners Carla and Janet.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Pet Portraits
I love doing portraits of people so I thought I would try my hand at pets...
This is Alli. The photo was provided by her owners Carla and Janet.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
In My Shoes
These last few month
s have more difficult than I could have possibly imagined. There are no words for the sorrow and the loss. Inspiration has been difficult. I am reminded everyday that grief is a solo journey............prompted me to paint "In My Shoes"
s have more difficult than I could have possibly imagined. There are no words for the sorrow and the loss. Inspiration has been difficult. I am reminded everyday that grief is a solo journey............prompted me to paint "In My Shoes" Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Lemons
It has been a hard few months with Kevin's illness. Trying to get back to doing what I love.......hoping for a little divine inspiration!
This small oil is part of the "After Five" series.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Edmund Kevin George 07/30/1948-11/20/2011
To Kevin’s Friends and Family
I wanted to take a little time to write down some thoughts to share on this day of remembrance.
To those who did not know Kevin well, at first glance he may have appeared cantankerous, cranky and somewhat rough around the edges. Actually, to those of us who knew him well he appeared to exhibit those traits! In fact, above all else, Kevin was a true gentleman.
Outside of family and friends he had three great passions. Golf. Golf. Golf. He loved everything about the game. The competition, the challenge and especially the camaraderie. He was an accomplished golfer. Kevin was just as comfortable playing with a scratch golfer or a 42 handicapper. He wasn’t much of a gambler except on the course. Every hole would require some sort of wager. “How many of Tom’s elf balls will we find in the woods?” “Bet I will win this round by 10 strokes!-NO DOTS!” Always on the 17th the bet would go double or nothing. The stakes were never high….socks from the club house or a drink on the porch, but always a wager. Kevin was a great spotter. He needed to be because most of his Sunday golf partners had long ago decided that there was no challenge in playing from the fairway! His unorthodox cross handed grip was always an ice breaker when playing with strangers. Then there was the golf bag! No one ever really knew what was in it nor did they dare ask. Kevin loved crazy club covers…..mostly of the animal variety. Every club in the bag had some exotic animal on its head. Inevitably when we would play an unfamiliar course the staff would assume the bag was mine because of the “cute” collection of animals. That is until they went to lift it. Kevin could have lived for a week, maybe longer out of that bag. A change of clothes, a change of shoes, lunch, dinner, beverages, every ball he ever found in the woods, tokens, tees and of course the weapons. You never know when you might encounter something on the course that might require shooting.
I jest when I say that his three passions were limited to golf. He loved animals! To his good friends he was known as the dog whisperer. We had a legion of adopted four legged family members……….Barco, Bella, Lucy Ann, Max, Grover, Henry, Brutus, Albert, Allie, and Bobbie Girl……….the list goes on. There were always a handful of cookies in his pocket, a bag in the truck and the galleries became a regular stop for dogs on their daily walks. He could make nervous dogs calm and bad dogs behave.
He also loved to work. He rarely sat still unless it was to watch golf. There was always a project. When health issues forced him to give up the heavy work required in property maintenance he was thrilled to be the gallery manager at Hodecker George Gallery. He was not satisfied to sit and wait for customers to come in to the gallery so he found projects in the neighborhood to occupy his time. You could always depend on Kevin to do a thorough job………It might take him a quite a bit longer than you anticipated (Kevin Time) but always done to perfection.
If you only had the opportunity to know Kevin casually, you were only a heartbeat or a handshake away from having a true and loyal friend.
Kevin cherished his friends. His deepest wish was for everyone to be happy and would go to any length to help them. Kevin and I are blessed with many that we call friends and there are so many examples of his concern and kindness. There is one story that exemplifies the degree to which he would go to insure a friend’s happiness or success. Kevin was a political conservative, a lifelong republican. Our friend Carla decided to throw her hat in the ring and run for State Rep on the democratic ticket. Not only did he pledge to cross party lines and cast his vote for her, but he worked for her tirelessly at the polls, meeting, greeting and carrying her sign. He did that, not because he agreed with her politics but, because he trusted her as a good and loyal friend to honestly represent our interests. Each of our friends has a Kevin story and I hope that they will share them today and always because those memories are guaranteed to bring a smile when you need it most.
Kevin loved his family dearly. As with all families there were challenges along the way, but not a day went by that they were not in his heart. He talked to his mom and dad almost every day. He loved to sit with his family and reminisce about their days in Mass. He always looked forward to the traditional George family team at the Kiwanis golf tournament. The one day of the year that all the George men played golf together. His sister’s quick wit and “joie de vive” always brought a smile to Kevin’s face. His children, all grown and off on their own, were always in his thoughts. My two brothers and my mom became a big part of his life and he cared for them as if they were his flesh and blood.
As for me, he was my biggest fan, my strongest supporter, my best friend and I loved him deeply. I have a blog for my business called “Big Brush – No Glasses” and it is dedicated to my family and friends who through circumstance or necessity have had to reinvent themselves in the second half of life. Kevin welcomed those opportunities and faced those challenges head on and by my side. He believed in me without question. His love for me was strong and true and I am fortunate to have had him in my life. There are no words for the loss and the sorrow. I know his spirit lives on in the memories that we all share and take comfort in that.
Kevin had a deep and abiding faith in god. I hope that served him well and comforted him at the end. I speak to god on Kevin’s behalf and ask that he is well looked after, gets to play 36 holes of golf a day and takes a little time out of his day to look after those of us who loved him.
My brother Eric found a wonderful poem by an unknown author and I shall end with that.
Don’t think of him as gone away………..
His journey’s just begun
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
From the sorrow and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
That we could know today
I wanted to take a little time to write down some thoughts to share on this day of remembrance.
To those who did not know Kevin well, at first glance he may have appeared cantankerous, cranky and somewhat rough around the edges. Actually, to those of us who knew him well he appeared to exhibit those traits! In fact, above all else, Kevin was a true gentleman.
Outside of family and friends he had three great passions. Golf. Golf. Golf. He loved everything about the game. The competition, the challenge and especially the camaraderie. He was an accomplished golfer. Kevin was just as comfortable playing with a scratch golfer or a 42 handicapper. He wasn’t much of a gambler except on the course. Every hole would require some sort of wager. “How many of Tom’s elf balls will we find in the woods?” “Bet I will win this round by 10 strokes!-NO DOTS!” Always on the 17th the bet would go double or nothing. The stakes were never high….socks from the club house or a drink on the porch, but always a wager. Kevin was a great spotter. He needed to be because most of his Sunday golf partners had long ago decided that there was no challenge in playing from the fairway! His unorthodox cross handed grip was always an ice breaker when playing with strangers. Then there was the golf bag! No one ever really knew what was in it nor did they dare ask. Kevin loved crazy club covers…..mostly of the animal variety. Every club in the bag had some exotic animal on its head. Inevitably when we would play an unfamiliar course the staff would assume the bag was mine because of the “cute” collection of animals. That is until they went to lift it. Kevin could have lived for a week, maybe longer out of that bag. A change of clothes, a change of shoes, lunch, dinner, beverages, every ball he ever found in the woods, tokens, tees and of course the weapons. You never know when you might encounter something on the course that might require shooting.
I jest when I say that his three passions were limited to golf. He loved animals! To his good friends he was known as the dog whisperer. We had a legion of adopted four legged family members……….Barco, Bella, Lucy Ann, Max, Grover, Henry, Brutus, Albert, Allie, and Bobbie Girl……….the list goes on. There were always a handful of cookies in his pocket, a bag in the truck and the galleries became a regular stop for dogs on their daily walks. He could make nervous dogs calm and bad dogs behave.
He also loved to work. He rarely sat still unless it was to watch golf. There was always a project. When health issues forced him to give up the heavy work required in property maintenance he was thrilled to be the gallery manager at Hodecker George Gallery. He was not satisfied to sit and wait for customers to come in to the gallery so he found projects in the neighborhood to occupy his time. You could always depend on Kevin to do a thorough job………It might take him a quite a bit longer than you anticipated (Kevin Time) but always done to perfection.
If you only had the opportunity to know Kevin casually, you were only a heartbeat or a handshake away from having a true and loyal friend.
Kevin cherished his friends. His deepest wish was for everyone to be happy and would go to any length to help them. Kevin and I are blessed with many that we call friends and there are so many examples of his concern and kindness. There is one story that exemplifies the degree to which he would go to insure a friend’s happiness or success. Kevin was a political conservative, a lifelong republican. Our friend Carla decided to throw her hat in the ring and run for State Rep on the democratic ticket. Not only did he pledge to cross party lines and cast his vote for her, but he worked for her tirelessly at the polls, meeting, greeting and carrying her sign. He did that, not because he agreed with her politics but, because he trusted her as a good and loyal friend to honestly represent our interests. Each of our friends has a Kevin story and I hope that they will share them today and always because those memories are guaranteed to bring a smile when you need it most.
Kevin loved his family dearly. As with all families there were challenges along the way, but not a day went by that they were not in his heart. He talked to his mom and dad almost every day. He loved to sit with his family and reminisce about their days in Mass. He always looked forward to the traditional George family team at the Kiwanis golf tournament. The one day of the year that all the George men played golf together. His sister’s quick wit and “joie de vive” always brought a smile to Kevin’s face. His children, all grown and off on their own, were always in his thoughts. My two brothers and my mom became a big part of his life and he cared for them as if they were his flesh and blood.
As for me, he was my biggest fan, my strongest supporter, my best friend and I loved him deeply. I have a blog for my business called “Big Brush – No Glasses” and it is dedicated to my family and friends who through circumstance or necessity have had to reinvent themselves in the second half of life. Kevin welcomed those opportunities and faced those challenges head on and by my side. He believed in me without question. His love for me was strong and true and I am fortunate to have had him in my life. There are no words for the loss and the sorrow. I know his spirit lives on in the memories that we all share and take comfort in that.
Kevin had a deep and abiding faith in god. I hope that served him well and comforted him at the end. I speak to god on Kevin’s behalf and ask that he is well looked after, gets to play 36 holes of golf a day and takes a little time out of his day to look after those of us who loved him.
My brother Eric found a wonderful poem by an unknown author and I shall end with that.
Don’t think of him as gone away………..
His journey’s just begun
Life holds so many facets
This earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
From the sorrow and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
That we could know today
How nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away.
And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched………….
For nothing loved is ever lost and he was loved so much.
Can really pass away.
And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched………….
For nothing loved is ever lost and he was loved so much.
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