This painting, named “Desire” was created five years ago. After a bad marriage that wore down my self esteem and three long years of gut wrenching divorce trials, I was empty, I was tired, and I was broke. I was a single parent with two little girls and a bruised heart. I had no interest in dating. At all.
A man I met briefly at a Christmas party asked me out via e-mail and phone message, a few times, before I responded. Like I said, I had no interest in dating. I did however need to find someone to fix my broken appliances and help build my canvases. I agreed to meet him for coffee. He was a talker. I was too worn out to say much, so I listened and watched. He was very handsome. I asked him what he did. He said he was a carpenter, plumber, and electrician, all of the things that encompass construction work. That’s shallow, I know. We started dating. He fixed everything for me, and almost everything in me over the next 5 years. He built me up, he physically held me up when I couldn’t stand up, he restored my self-esteem that had been eaten away over the past 10 years. He loved me like I have never been loved. This painting is about him, about the feelings he inspired in me. I felt loved to my soul. For all my faults and frailties. I grew strong and he helped relight the fire in me. Desire. Passion. Love. Things I never thought would come alive in me again.