This was a painting my father did many years. He loved southwestern art and the style seemed to fit him.
After I took the painting to my home recently I noticed several scratches in it that needed attention. I carefully set the large canvas on my easel. While I was hesitant to even touch my father’s work, I carefully mixed and added paint to the scratched areas. I have to say the scratches are no longer noticeable.
A few days ago I uncovered a little known thread in my mother’s genealogy line. Her grandfather had a wife that the family did not know about or they just did not talk about her. She was full blood Cherokee and was listed as a free Indian woman.
While this woman is not in my direct line…I joke and say that is where my wild spirit comes from. All joking aside I have nothing but respect for all of the Native American people of this country.
Celebrate your heritage through art.
Have an awesome weekend!
Through My Eyes 