Friday, May 20, 2011
The Painted Ladys Story
Once upon a time there was a little blonde haired girl, who grew up happy in a little tiny midwestern town, and lived a pretty normal life. Although she had 4 siblings they were all grown and gone and she, her mom and her dad lived a pretty non descript life.
Then she got bored. As she grew into an older teen, in spite of the fact that her dad was the Chief of Police and her parents were quite strict, she got into her fair share of trouble. One thing led to another, most that she lived to regret. Fast forward several years and this young lady was now a young mom, in a troubled marriage with three young sons. Yes, she still had those pretty flower paintings and yes she still had the little tan suitcase full of oil paints tubes and brushes that her mom and dad had bought her so many years back. But now, she had bigger things to worrry about.
Many years passed, and that little girl, who became a trouble young woman, married again and learned that life could be quite nice. Over the years as she went to museums and art and craft fairs, she told her new husband wistfully "I used to do that" "I wish I still Painted" or "I bet I could do that", as she pointed to other's work that she so admired. But life moved quickly, raising five sons and being active duty Navy was more important.
One day many years later, this much older lady still had five sons, but they were grown. Life had quieted down a great deal indeed. She had a great life, with a loving husband and sons and she was happy. Though something was missing, she didnt know what, in fact she didn't really even know something was missing.
But Poppy did. He bought her some paint, for Valentines Day, and threw down the proverbial gauntlet. "Paint" he said, "Put to some use that easel that you have been dragging around for years, you know, the one I thought you were nuts for buying at that garage sale"
And she did. And she found what was missing, and she never looked back. And from that happy little girl, that grew into a troubled young woman, and found herself happy so many years later - an Artist was born.
So there you have it. Now you know. This is the story of The Painted Lady, and the man that knew what was missing, and the Art that bubbled and brewed patiently in her soul for so many long years, until it was given back to her. And she was complete.
Thank you Poppy.