Sunday, June 8, 2014

Red balloon

A rocking chair sat beside my fathers recliner.   That rocking chair was mine when I was a little girl.  Hour upon hour were spent in this chair rocking beside my father as he sat in his recliner.  Just my dad and I, enjoying our rocking chairs.  Just my dad and I, bonding.  For years I sat beside my father.  We read together, watched football together, watched Hee-Haw, Dolly Parton, Cher and Billy Graham together. 
This was a good time to ask Daddy any questions about life in general that I had on my mind. 
As I got older, I would sit in Daddys chair and rock.  When he got home from work,  I would politely and gladly move over to my little chair. 
When I was sick I would sit in his chair and rock and miraculously I was better.  This little chair may look like just a chair to some, but to me it was my undivided connection with Daddy growing up and will always have a special place in my heart because of what it represents.
This piece was painted for my Dad which died three years ago.  The little chair which holds such special memories for me and a red balloon for his birthday.
Happy Birthday Daddy.

22x30" acrylic/oils/mixed media on watercolor paper