Grandpa

I started painting a portrait of my Grandpa early in the summer of 2016.  By July his already poor health was failing. I brought the portrait with me to Utah for our visit and I worked night and day to get it done by the funeral so I could give it to my grandma.

Grandpa was the best.  He was always there for me, he brought laughter, he brought me art. It's hard to express how I feel, I get that from him, and like him I rely on art to express myself. I have always loved and admired him and I always will. Grandpa's big brown eyes were the window to his soul. Through those eyes you could feel his love for you, his immense love of God, and love of the beauty of God's creations.  I'm glad he's free of pain but I miss him.