Amelia Carson – poet, artist, mumma, link sharer, communicator, supporter, amazing woman *breathe* wrote this lovely piece about her husband, My Knight.
It got me thinking about family in art and a memory came back to me – early February 2011, in Queensland at my Grandmother’s house. Toddler was still a baby, we were having tea at a round table and my Grandmother remarked that she didn’t understand why I don’t draw Anja – at the time I didn’t.
This is what I was working on at the time: Flesh and Bone
Back then I didn’t know how to look at what was right in front of me, which is really why I started this.
Anyway, I got my tired husband to sit for me the other night, which sounds easier than it is – any life model can tell you.
Love you Gene bean.