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Watercolor - sorry about scan quality.

Before my deepest desire to be an artist had broken through, I tore a copy of this painting out of some magazine. I loved the style of the artist, but I don't remember his/her name. If anyone knows, please tell me.

I put this face in a folder I simply labeled "The Dream"...and then filed it away.

It wasn't until I was told I had terminal cancer, and a short time to live, that I allowed the dream to speak.

"But I'd always thought I would paint, someday."

That was the first thing that popped into my head as I read the radiology report which said my life was approaching an abrupt end.

"And now I have no someday..."

Much more was to happen before I could ever make my way to my first art class. Death, obviously, wasn't one of them. I am well past my expiration date now.

This is an old, and very poor quality copy of one of my first watercolor paintings. They were all of faces of women.

This one, and many others sold very quickly, for $75 each. I thought that was great.

There is an interesting story about the couple who bought this painting. They said she looked just like their daughter, who had been in theater... Like her in one of the costumes she had once worn.

Their daughter had died at a very young age of cancer, just a few months before I met them. I live in Florida and they were from Maine. It wasn't like I had a big exposure to the public. I never believed that was an accident. I told them I thought it was God's way of telling them that they mattered to Him.

And that she was safe now.

Thanks for taking a look.

Description
Watercolor - sorry about scan quality.

Before my deepest desire to be an artist had broken through, I tore a copy of this painting out of some magazine. I loved the style of the artist, but I don't remember his/her name. If anyone knows, please tell me.

I put this face in a folder I simply labeled "The Dream"...and then filed it away.

It wasn't until I was told I had terminal cancer, and a short time to live, that I allowed the dream to speak.

"But I'd always thought I would paint, someday."

That was the first thing that popped into my head as I read the radiology report which said my life was approaching an abrupt end.

"And now I have no someday..."

Much more was to happen before I could ever make my way to my first art class. Death, obviously, wasn't one of them. I am well past my expiration date now.

This is an old, and very poor quality copy of one of my first watercolor paintings. They were all of faces of women.

This one, and many others sold very quickly, for $75 each. I thought that was great.

There is an interesting story about the couple who bought this painting. They said she looked just like their daughter, who had been in theater... Like her in one of the costumes she had once worn.

Their daughter had died at a very young age of cancer, just a few months before I met them. I live in Florida and they were from Maine. It wasn't like I had a big exposure to the public. I never believed that was an accident. I told them I thought it was God's way of telling them that they mattered to Him.

And that she was safe now.

Thanks for taking a look.