Tuesday, September 24, 2013

It runs in the family, I guess.

My great grandfather was an artist. An exceptional landscape painter, to be precise. He dabbled with oils and had a keen eye for perspective. In the end, he became a  doctor. *laughs* 
Painting was more of a hobby for him, though no one could deny his potential.

This is an old painting my great grandfather did maaaaany years ago. It's been slowly deteriorating over the years and I've been meaning to restore it. At the same time, I kind of like how the painting looks. It has history.

 When I was a kid, I always wondered where it all began ~ this allure of the Fine Arts. I knew I loved to draw, but I didn't know back then it was something one could "grow up" to be.
At the time, I wanted to be a Veterinarian. 

 As far as I know, I'm the first "Illustrator" in the family~ though, when presented outside of the family circle, I am just "Jenny, the Artist."  Strangers always assume I paint landscapes and pretty flowers, or perhaps a bowl of fruit over a delicately embroidered table cloth. 

 I hate still life, to be honest ~__~

It's a sort of relief to find a fellow artist in the family. One recently honored student of the arts is my grandmother, Nubia. At 78 years of age, my beautiful grams went through a very dark period in her life a couple of years ago. She  had to be institutionalized due to some imbalance (essentially she was diagnosed with bipolarity), but after two weeks and treatment she made a rapid recovery.

Painting kept her mind in check.

This is her visiting my mom and I. She'll be going back to South America in a few weeks, but her stay has been a blast.


Love you, Grams!

And these are some of the projects she keeps herself busy with when she's in Colombia. They are traditional "fincas" - a little cottage or farmhouse found in the countryside. She paints and decorates them. I love the intricate details.

These she made for my sister and I. Mine's the blue one with cats, of course. She also added a little wedding thing on the rail, some sort of good "ju-ju" to get me hitched soon. 

I don't know what she was thinking.

This little tiger is a collaboration between my grandmother and I. Actually, she painted the thing orange, then handed it to me and asked if I could paint the eyes. Her hand isn't as steady as mine, she explained. Of course, like everything else, I couldn't "just" paint some eyeballs. 

Here is the result of my endeavors. 

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