Sunday Mornings

The image below was painted from a photo taken by my daughter-in-law. One Sunday morning, she snapped this pic when my granddaughter, with her bed-hair and her sidekick hairless kitty, was standing on the bed peeking out the window at the new day. It grabbed at my heart and I just had to paint it.  There is something to be said for the innocent hope in a new day, a new week. 

Painting my granddaughter, and I have painted her a LOT lately, is so effortless. It just flows off my brush. I connect with the fact that She finds joy and laughter in everything adults take for granted. Watching her look at the world with fresh eyes, I am constantly in awe of little things I usually pass by. Like ladybugs. And random pieces of coloured string. And blueberries. And fresh new Sundays. What a blessing she is in this crazy world.

Sunday Morning, Acrylic on Canvas, 15" x 30"