We drove out to Kelowna for Mom's birthday tonight. I came home a bit early, thinking I would drop Yogi off, then go out and pick up her gift. When I got home, I saw the line drawing for the portrait of her and dad I was thinking of doing. It was about 3:30. We had to leave at about 5. I thought, well, why not just paint for a bit, and if it's coming together fast, I'll give her that instead of a stack of books to read.
Not having much time I think can actually help a painting. No time to muddle and overpaint. I got the painting to a point I could at lease show her. Her feet weren't visible in the reference photo, so I left them out, took the painting up as her present, looked through old pictures to see what kind of shoes she wore then, and brought it home so I can add her feet. I haven't done it yet, but you'll find the footless version below. My dad lit up when he saw it. Turns out the car is a Martin, it was tan, and they drove it for their honeymoon. He may be struggling with his memory now, but his memory for 1953 is perfectly intact.
I'm glad I did this in time for her birthday. The nieces bought her just about the same stack of books I was going to pick up. That's one good thing about painting presents - I never have to worry that I'm giving a duplicate!