I posted one of her paintings long, long ago. this is actually her, though. This is mom. We were polar opposites in many ways, but she was a very good woman who loved her girls and was a VERY talented portrait artist. This is her on her trip to the ocean (traveled with an artist friend, Joyce). Dad, sis, and I waited back home for her and she returned safely after her car breaking down and -so NOT mom-she actually learned to surf. She was the fragile sort in some ways, but survived some rough times with grace. This pic was taken a year or two before she passed, I think. I have some memory gaps from those years so it's hard to say. I still have the french easle.