Here’s my best family story. 1912, my grandmother is 18 years old, living in Austria. She has been promised in marriage to a fellow who had moved to Canada. His apprenticeship completed, it’s time to marry, so my grandmother sets out to Liverpool to take the ship to Canada. Her brother was to be her escort on the voyage. He was late, had missed some connections, so she had to let the ship sail without her until he arrived. She was really bummed because she really wanted to sail on that ship. It was so hyped. It was the maiden voyage. It was the Titanic.
So, here I am. I really don’t know how to tell that story, but it’s a true story. My mother’s mother.
This painting refers to connections. Since I’ve recently started blogging, I’m overwhelmed (in a good way) with all the new connections I’ve made through this site. Shout out to everyone who’s reading this!
Size: 48″ x 24″ x 1.75″
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Location: Vancouver, Canada