We have always heard that art is in the eye of the beholder and while I know this, it never became more evident for me than when a friend came to visit. As we were preparing for an adventurous canoe trip, she patiently waited for me and was looking at my paintings. When I walked in the room she said, “This one is my favorite.” I stood back and looked at the painting. It was a canvas in progress, a field of flowers that I was going to add something more, a house or tree perhaps in the background…. but my dear friend loved it as it was. She kept starring at it and I saw it brought her joy and even a peace washed over her face. I said I would finish it and share it with her when I was done. That was several years ago now, and I never changed a thing on it. How could I? Who was I to make changes that evoked such emotion from someone, that brought her serenity. So the piece became Patricia’s flowers and will belong to her. My way of showing love for a friend that shared the elegance and serenity of Fado music on a night I needed it most.
