My mother had shown an interest in drawing portraits as a young married woman. I have a few hand drawing from those years, but she put them aside for family’s sake until after we were are all gone, and my daddy has passed away in 1963. For several years she was depressed and had to work her way out of that crises. She began painting in the late sixties. She never aspired to be a commercial artist but she did paint the kind of pictures I like so I have had some hanging in my homes for many years. https://onetahayes.com/2021/06/23/june-20-1913/
To set the scene for my next post, I want to introduce some of her paintings to you. Most of her paintings are realistic, detailed, and always signed on front. There is a notation in her cursive writing on the back telling the month and year she painted the picture.
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Thank you. I think she did a good job of giving depth to the apples and pears. It seems as if they are sitting on a window ledge or in a shadow box of some sort. I do not find that sufficiently present in the lamp picture, although I do see some depth there. The table might be a bit high. But it hangs on my wall so I guess it passes muster for me!
If an alcoholic named Pollock can smear paint on his body and roll on a canvas to create junk that sells for millions of dollars, you should be able to get enough from your mother’s art to fund a college!
❤️& 🙏, c.a.
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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They’re wonderful! I especially like the one with the oil lamp, and the one with the apples and pears. She had quite the talent.
Thank you. I think she did a good job of giving depth to the apples and pears. It seems as if they are sitting on a window ledge or in a shadow box of some sort. I do not find that sufficiently present in the lamp picture, although I do see some depth there. The table might be a bit high. But it hangs on my wall so I guess it passes muster for me!
If an alcoholic named Pollock can smear paint on his body and roll on a canvas to create junk that sells for millions of dollars, you should be able to get enough from your mother’s art to fund a college!
❤️& 🙏, c.a.
She was very talented! I especially like the loaf of bread and the country scene. Very, very pretty.