One of the really nice things about painting, especially for as many years as I’ve been at it, is how they become family treasures. Yesterday, out of the blue, this arrived in my inbox….
“Your attached 1982 painting takes pride of place on my wall.
My grandfather was the original owner of the piece. Whenever I visited his house I would make sure to spend some time observing the work… and as time would tell it would eventually be passed down to its keenest fan. These days my 3 year old son is the newest observer, although I struggle to convince him that it’s not a photo. Amazingly you painted this at only 22 years of age. Testing your memory, I am wondering if you can shed some light onto the origins, title or significance of the painting.. where is the scape. I’d love to visit the scene one day.
Well, thanks for your time. Rest assured that this old painting is still being appreciated and will continue to be for generations to come.”
The painting was from the lakefront at Te Anau Downs. I went there on my honeymoon all those years ago. There is a magic in the evening stillness amongst the grandeur of the mountains, and I remember this painting as being one of the highlights of my 1982 exhibition at the Moray Gallery in Dunedin.
It warms my heart to be reconnected with those early works and to hear that it’s still working its magic on new generations, although I don’t remember it being as pink as this!