Loves Expression

Loves Expression

Yesterday I gave you the explosion of love in colour and music. Today I give you another aspect of what I thought was the three expressions of love. Love comes softly into our lives like a cloud. It creeps in unexpectantly. It catches us unaware when we least expect it.


The feeling I am trying to describe is best described by telling you of the first day I met my daughter. I had been in maternity hospitals many times before. It was part of my job to visit and be with people at the sad times and the happy times. Visiting new mothers was always a happy event and I always left feeling it was the most wonderful thing I had just witnessed.

So now I was on my way to visit my wife and meet my daughter for the first time. In those days fathers were no allowed into the event. So I had done this hundreds of times, I new it was going to be a happy occasion and I was looking forward to it.

Can I describe what I felt when I first saw her. There are no words. It was like a cloud of emotion changing and moving first one then another but bringing with it colour and a bubbling sense of pride and joy. I took her tiny hand and I could not believe what I was seeing, her little pinkies were exactly like mine, with a distinctive bend to them. Sometimes clouds bring rain this cloud brought tears, of joy.

Every time I see her I smile again and the feeling of pride and joy rains into my heart once more.

Somebody tell me, when is Fathers day?

This was the second of three small canvas that I painted on the theme and thoughts of love. Painted in acrylic.


This blog is linked to my other where I have used this artwork:- Gifts and Giving

The Gift

The Gift

Yesterday a friend asked me why I had never used this painting in some of my stories because she was sure it would have fitted many of them. In fact I was sure I had but it may have been when I started blogging and had no one but myself reading them. I thought nothing of that; I am always humbled and amazed that so many people take the time to read and to comment on my scribbling.


She remembers clearly the day I painted these hands and put them on my website. I can also remember that day very clearly. I was painting a pastel that day, a seascape. It was one of those atmospheric evening seascapes I so love painting. There is something so calming about walking a beach late at night with the moonlight catching the waves. My hands were covered in black and Prussian blue pastel. Before I washed them I looked and studied them. I felt pleased that these hands sometimes brought much pleasure in what they allowed me to create. I do not know what became me, but the next thing I knew I had another bit of pastel paper on the easel and I was painting my hands.

I have strange little fingers, they are crooked. You do not notice this in the painting. Did I do that on purpose? I do not know. My daughter has the same little fingers. We often joke about the fact there would be no need ever for DNA checks to prove paternity.

The painting was done on black pastel paper. I called it the gift, because I feel so fortunate to be able to express myself when words are not enough.

I am sure I have written before this painting was bought by a blind friend because his partner said it spoke to her on so many levels. One day soon Andy and I have agreed that he will sit in front of an easel and together we will attempt to put on paper some of his inner pictures.

If some of those who read my blog can remember seeing this before I apologise but for my friend, as promised, I post it again. The Gift.

This blog is linked to my other where this artwork was used:- The Princess and her Tail