My great grandfather was a painter.
He worked in oils, and painted these incredible landscapes. Occasionally a portrait or a still life, but mostly landscapes. He had a very particular style, easily identifiable as a Zilsberger painting. There are several in my family’s various houses, and we treasure them.
His daughter – my Gramma Ruthie – was also a painter. She picked it up later in life, in her 60s in fact. She loved watercolors, and in the later years of her life, particularly enjoyed painting flowers and florals. I have one of her originals on my wall, and another on some bookshelves.
You could say that the artist thing was in my blood, but I just never felt it. [Read more…]