Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Why I Have Cats on my Wall

Above is the picture that hangs above my fireplace in the living room. I normally wouldn't put cats up on my wall but this painting is special. It's an original oil painting done by Jeff's grandfather. Jeff's father's father to be exact. I've seen a number of his paintings and they are all good. I never got a chance to meet the man, he died before Jeff's parents were even married. But I've spent time in his workshop and I was stunned by his talent. This man was not only a painter (a rather good one in my opinion) but he was a wood carver, a zither player, and a carpenter. His workshop was in the basement of a house in downtown St. Louis. A house that Jeff's grandfather helped build. I'm amazed by his energy, by his various interests. I wish I'd had a chance to meet him. I bet I would have liked him.

P.S. I'll see if I can find a picture of him. Ignore the silly stockings on the wall.


Skem said...

Good to know, I just always assumed you were becoming a crazy cat person. Now I know that you are still just my lovable, eclectic sister.

Cat B said...

Oh I'm still a crazy cat woman. If Jeff weren't here to tame my crazy cat lady impulses I'd probably have 8 by now.

And thank you my wonderfully unique and sweet sister!