— John Steinbeck (East of Eden)
I have written a series of blogs about a woman I met recently, she lived in this house, and died in 1988. As I scrolled my facebook page, I saw the photo of this little house as a profile picture for a friend, and it is difficult for me to describe how the image impacted me. I paint in oils, self expression being one of the driving forces of my make-up, and I immediately knew I had to paint a work depicting this house. It struck me as so full of warmth and love... and when I say "struck me," I mean a physical experience that felt a bit overwhelming. I immediately began to ask questions of my friend Jill concerning whose house it was, what the person was like, how many children they had... because I knew instantly the woman who lived in this house had many children... I asked about the flowers that she grew, because I knew that she had, and many other questions, and so that day I met Lera for the first time. There is much to tell of Lera, but the most important part is that she loved, and loved deeply and unconditionally.