The picture of her younger, she's probably in her early 50s, I think she's at a flower event, she had her own flower shop for awhile, not sure how many years. This is her with my grandpa. He died from Parkinson's. She was all for women's rights. She loved Monet and Renoir, a little whiskey or wine, she was an elegant lady. Her mother was from Georgia so she had a sweet, southern way about her even though she grew up in the midwest.
(Regarding the portrait of Lisa) I remember this moment so well, although I'm only now, after almost 38 years, seeing this portrait my Grandmother painted of me. I remember visiting her in Florida from Texas when I was around 13 (as pictured here) My mom was at her wits end dealing with me. I was very rebellious at this time. So, she thought maybe some time with Grandma would be good for me, and it was. Grandma June was and had been painting for years already and she asked me to sit for her to sketch me. I remember her house so well in Orlando... Gorgeous swimming pool surrounded by Orange trees, the house smelling like coffee and bacon and eggs every morning. Sometimes cigarettes, because everyone smoked back then. She and Grandpa were great listeners, they loved music and played the organ together every night, and grandma was always sketching or painting. It didn't "fix" me, I continued to get into some fairly serious trouble for a couple more years (juvenile detention kind of trouble. But I'll never forget this time in Florida. Grandma June just passed away at 97 this past September. Some of you will remember my trip to Florida, cleaning out her studio and helping mom get through it. Art really bonded us the last several years of her life. We talked on the phone more regularly, she was still painting as well. She became a great support in my art endeavors, I'm so happy we could share our love of painting. I have a lot of her paintings now, including this one which means so much to me.
- Lisa Concannon