It is almost 6:30 pm and John, my husband brings in the hot samosas from home, Brianne, my daughter and her grandmother Hattie made the punch and put out the fruit kabobs, the squares and cheese and crackers. Awaiting the first guests, Brianne shows her excitement by dancing a few steps. My son Vaughan, currently in Australia, is shown here at the opening  in painting form beside Brianne.

As the guests arrive I begin a wonderful evening of art talk about my work.  The discussions were about  the differences between watercolour and oil and why I switched;  how each of the paintings are so different in style and the use of colour;  how viewing the paintings from a distance shows  depth and makes the image move forward from the canvas;  how rock can be pink and water purple;  how a painting of grays and black with orange lobster attracts everyone’s attention;  how one can see the wind in the painting The West Wind;  and how Brianne has grown into a positive and wonderful young adult . The last comment was made by those who knew her growing up in Fonthill. The evening was a gathering of old and new friends who came out to support me and share this special evening . I appreciate all your compliments and comments. Thank you for coming!