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" 


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Comment by koshersalaami on September 7, 2017 at 12:04pm

I get what your buyer means

Glad you're doing stuff with your daughter

Comment by alsoknownas on September 7, 2017 at 12:10pm

Good news. I've been wanting to see more painting from you.

 BTW: I often head out for a bit to watch "the clods" too. There seems to be no end to them.

Comment by Rosigami on September 7, 2017 at 12:16pm

Thanks, Kosh. Me. too.

Comment by Rosigami on September 7, 2017 at 12:18pm

alsoknownas, thank you and HAHAHAHA good catch. Fixed! (I almost left it in, since it's funnier that way, especially with your comment.)  

Comment by Rosigami on September 7, 2017 at 12:53pm

Terry, yes. I understand your reference. 

Comment by Dalriadane on September 7, 2017 at 2:09pm

Ah, I'm glad I got on here and found this post, Rosi!  The painting is beautiful and knowing you are in contact with your daughter is great news!

Comment by Rosigami on September 7, 2017 at 4:58pm

I'm glad you were here, too, Dee. Thank you so much. :)

Comment by greenheron on September 8, 2017 at 6:33am

MFA!!  Animation!!  The little acorn fell really close to the oak. You must be so very proud.

Of acorn, but also your painting. That's really lovely. Lucky people who bought it, and you too–congratulations.

Someone wanted to buy my drawing of the herons passing one another a gilded stick, but I wasn't ready to let it go, I'm never ready to let them go. Good thing I have a day job, so the paper babies can live here. I wish I could make something in a day! Envy! 

Comment by Anna Herrington on September 8, 2017 at 8:26am

Rosi, the painting is lovely - but it's the story of you and your daughter that has me verklempt.

SO GLAD for you!!!!

Comment by Rosigami on September 8, 2017 at 9:17am

Greenbirdwoman, that acorn is quite an artist in her own right. (The other two are, as well, though neither pursued art with the same dedication. They all draw like angels.) And she means to make a career out of it. I am very proud of her! 
I don't have much trouble letting go of my stuff. I don't know exactly why that is, except that once I'm on to the next thing, the last thing becomes detached- maybe because the new thing requires all my attention and immersion, and pushes all else aside. But there are a small handful of pieces I'd really rather keep. The two paintings of Moonpie come to mind. Not that anyone else wants them, anyway, and that's fine. I don't make art because I want to sell it. But it's nice when it happens. 
Good thing I have a day job or three, as well. I couldn't support myself otherwise! 


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