Original Art

A very fond (and clear) memory from my childhood is my grandfather, who I called “Dede”, teaching me how to draw. I remember sitting at my grandparents kitchen table with pencils and paper and Dede teaching me to draw a rabbit. Not only did Dede teach me to draw, but he gave me an appreciation for creating things on my own, to let inspiration carry me away.

He was a super special man, who I think of often. This picture of us, taken 35 years ago this month, sits on my bedside table.

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It is Dede I think of when I paint. I’m no artist, but I love painting. I love being inspired by a colour or mood and just having at a blank canvas and seeing what comes of it. Plus, personally, I would rather have original art on the walls of our home than art everyone could get at IKEA or Homesense.

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One of my favourites is the painting that hangs in our guest room. And, while super simple, I also love the ‘motivational’ art in our main floor powder room. The ‘Fork, Knife, Spoon’ which hangs in our kitchen has two other paintings beneath it – but I still haven’t tired of it and think it will be around for years. It also works well with the project I did with one of the old windows.

I buy big white canvases whenever I see them on sale, and then I have them when inspiration strikes. And when it does, I think of my Dede and know he is watching over me, smiling and holding my Nana’s hand.

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