Last weekend, I met my daughter in San Francisco. She was moving there from Long Island to start an MFA program in animation at a wonderful school.. It's a grand adventure, and I have to give her props for moving across the country to a place where she knows no one, to start a life anew. She did bring her pet rabbit with her on the plane.
Our planes arrived at the same time, same moment, to gates across the way from each other. We walked off and there we were! We collected her two huge cases from baggage claim, took the air train to the rental car, and drove into the city.
We found our hotel and put the car in a parking garage. It was a Sunday, so we couldn't move her into her school quarters, but we spent the rest of the day doing some shopping and sight seeing.
Of my three children, this is the one who has reconciled with me following last year's horrible break. The eldest has not answered my very few attempts to communicate, even when my father died. My other son has communicated very briefly and without rancor but with no wish for a relationship. It still hurts like hell and I guess it always will.
My daughter and I had spoken in May at my father's funeral. We cleared the air, re-established communication and forged grounds for a positive working relationship.
Being together for her move was an important step. I know she appreciated having me there to help her get settled.
On Monday we moved her and the bunny into her quarters. It's small, but clean and bright. Students are all 21 and older. It is a gated property with good security in a nice neighborhood, within walking distance to grocery store and other amenities, and she will use public transportation to go to her classes in Union Square.
I left on Tuesday, and by Wednesday afternoon she had landed a part-time job and travelled around the city on her own. This all bodes well for her success in this new venture.
I love knowing she's doing something she wants, and is just a couple of hours away by plane.
The plane ride home was uneventful. As I always do, I had booked a window seat and watched the clouds and the landscape pass below me. We approached Seattle at around 6 pm. The light was beautiful- the sun reflecting on the water, mist in the Olympic Mountains- and I took several pictures.
One of them inspired me to make a painting, and so I did that a couple of days later.
I called it Almost Home and I posted it on FB as soon as it was finished. It's a way my relatives and friends can keep up with what I'm doing, and I've also found a few buyers that way as well. This painting has sold. The buyer said it looks to them like the birth of the world. I love that! It's nice to know that something I've made has reached someone else.
Before it goes off to its new home, the buyer understands that I've already applied to enter it into an upcoming show.
Its acceptance is far from definite. In any case, it will be framed and ready to send off sometime in the near future.
In the meantime, I will order a giclee print for myself, that I will also frame, and hang it where I can see it.
This image, as you may have realized, has some meaning for me.
Almost Home; (c) Rose Guastella 2017 Oils on canvas, 18" x 24"