This is the spot where Claudia sat to create her lovely watercolors. Her brushes are there, her paints....jars and rags.....her tools. Completed works are framed and hanging all over the house with others gracing the walls at family and friends' homes. She was good. She looked at everything with an artist's eye. Her garden, her morning walks down wooded lanes, her delicious and colorful meals. That artistic gene showed up again and again and again.
I sat for a few mintues and looked through a pile of her unfinished works. Some were just sketches....others seemed almost but not quite complete. And then I found the truck......
It isn't finished.....the fine details were still moving from her creative spirit to the brush in her hand to the paper.....I know she would have outlined the flowers and added final touches. And she would have added her signature at the bottom. But I held the painting and thought to myself "I love this!" Somewhere she and Rob saw this truck and snapped a photograph. And she was moving the image from photo to watercolor before cancer interrupted everything. I wanted it. So, when Rob came for a visit last weekend he brought it with him....carefully padded in his briefcase. I won't be keeping the original.....but he is letting me get a print made so it can hang on our wall.
An unfinished masterpiece.......and maybe that's one of the reasons I so loved this truck. My dearest cousin wasn't "finished" either. She left us all way too early. I still miss her and think of her every day. When I see one of the paintings I already have on our wall, or when I walk the shaded bike path......and now when I look at her rusty truck.
She saw the beauty.....and so do I....and it will make me smile.
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