Yesterday, my mother passed away, after a massive stroke on Friday. She was an artist, specializing in horses and memories from our family history in Europe. And of course she had painted plein air a lot. It was comforting for me to be at the convention, just sitting there, listening to artists like Scott Christensen and Clyde Aspevig, watching demos from Camille Przewodek to name a few. It was so fitting to experience the Russian painter as there is familiarity there. Our family had connections with Russia, being Germans in the Baltic States. My grandparents spoke Russian and both my grandfathers were honourary officers in the Tsar's army.
My mother had turned me onto oil after watercolour, saying that it would give me confidence. She was so happy that I started to paint, and it was with her spirit that I stayed at the convention. But I could not paint yesterday or this morning. I went out yesterday to absorb nature, the mountains. Today we are flying home.