I’d mentioned a while back (in my post about my ‘button tree’) that my great grandfather was an artist. After retiring from owning a music store, he and my step great grandmother bought a vacation home in the Smokey Mountains of North Carolina.
In their seventies, one summer they signed up for arts classes… he took a lapidary class (NC is full of gem stone mines) and she took an oil painting class.
And they hated them.
So they swapped classes! And each found a new hobby that nourished their creative souls.
Their mountain cabin looked down thru a valley at Mt. Mitchell. Inspired by that view, Grand-dad painted en plein air from the deck. More Impressionist in style, he painted what he wished to view that day.
Sometimes it was a quiet church.
And sometimes it was a pristine lake.
Other times he worked in his studio; painting flowers my great grandmother grew around the yard. I love the heavy palette knife work he did on this one.
And sometimes he was inspired by stories he read, such as the Greek mythologies.
I have inherited his desire to create. He is my inspiration to always keep learning and growing and trying new things.