She was born in 1939 - on the day that Canada joined Britain in the Second World War. Growing up in small farming communities in southern Alberta she got her teaching certification at the University of Alberta in the early 60's and then began teaching high school. Once she had children, she continued to teach as a substitute teacher at elementary schools in Lethbridge. Teaching is in the blood of the family, her mother, Beth Benson, was a lifelong elementary teacher, her daughter, Pam, became a special education teacher, and her granddaughter, Ashlyn, is now teaching elementary school in Minnesota. Her tenacity and strength is a source of wonder for her family and friends -- she has survived inoperable brain cancer, and following that, a brain aneurysm. She's slowed down since then but continues to be a marvel of recovery and life.
~ Kevin Konynenbelt The way I've always preferred to work, even when I take a photo of a place or thing, is from sketches. There is something about simplifying an image down to lines and shadows that helps me to create something that feels a bit more 'painterly' to me. I can get bogged down in details, so removing those details really helps. The final image isn't usually a replica of a place but rather a painting of the feeling of that place. It helps me to loosen up. Whenever I have worked directly from a photograph I find that I become so critical of my painting that I can't get past making constant adjustments. I will occasionally refer back to a photograph, but more often with the purpose of viewing colours rather than replicating an exact image. It's that part of the creative process that I enjoy so much.
Currently I have six CityScapes in progress plus one that is complete and two are on the cusp of being finished. I'm really enjoying this switch in subject matter, though it certainly is more challenging for me. I am extremely organized in my daily life so my artwork is typically a bit more chaotic, which doesn't exactly work with architectural imagery, but I think it's good for me creatively.
It really is a shift from focusing on people to working on something man-made and I am finding that this 'shift' is working well for me as I'm using a bit of a different colour palette and layering the colours a little differently. This is beginning to show up in my portraiture, which is a good thing. I find that whenever I try something new, it inspires something new. It has been a bit of a challenge, too, as I sprained my pinky finger so it's been taped to my ring finger, though I am fortunate it's on my left hand (non-dominant). It's interesting to learn how much I use every finger I use. Funny, actually. I think slowing down is helping me to make conscious decisions instead of just reacting while I paint, and I don't think that's a bad thing. Attached is the photo of my grandmother Brigid Padden Farrell. Let me tell you her story. She was one of 9 children who grew up in Leitrim, Ireland. She came first to the US in 1901 and worked as a domestic in New York City. From 1901-1910 she wrote letters to her fiance James Farrell. In this picture she would have been Brigid Padden. James always called her Bee. She traveled back and forth several times, spending some years in Dublin but mostly at different places in New York. James was always in England working, so the never saw each other in all that time. Even when he traveled back to Ireland it was never when she was there. They still married, immigrated to the Detroit area of Michigan, and had a family together. 5 children, 3 who died young from tuberculosis. I have over 200 of their letters. As you can imagine they are quite a treasure to have. They stopped writing when they married which is a shame. I would have loved to know their thoughts throughout their lives. This is the only picture I have of her. She did have red hair and I think blue eyes. I will check to make sure the eye color is correct and get back to you. She died when I was 5 so I have little memory of her but on the other hand feel very connected to her as well. Five years ago I went on a pilgrimage to Ireland and went to the places they wrote from. I also connected with long lost relatives and saw the family farm. It was a great experience.
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