This painting took me by surprise by being the first painting bigger than A5 to paint after our youngest child was born. I couldn’t stop thinking about the life of the man in the boat, after being asked by his granddaughter to paint her memory of him. Continue to read the full story.
Without knowing anything about my connection to her niece, this lady commented upon my painting; “Oh, how strange! This reminds me of my dad coming home, rowing his boat!”. Actually, it was her dad. My painting inspired by the memory of her dad.
It was told me by his granddaughter,
who wouldn‘t let it slip into forgetness. A memory coloured by love, faithfulness and courage.
He was a man of the sea,
who would take her and the other grandchildren fishing, showing them the best sites for a good catch. Like many other men along the coastline, he knew the riches and risks of the sea, having made a living of it. The family lived by the beautiful, but quite harsh, norwegian coast where some of the family still lives today.
Probably they lived in a
quite typical, norwegian wooden house, that would creak and groan in the wind. From their window they would have a view to the sea, where they would see their father and grandfather rowing his boat, coming home with the days catch.