As mentioned, I was just back in Denmark on vacation. For a while I had thought about this one painting, my very first oil on canvas. I was wondering if my parents still had it. I was nine when I painted it, so it was a while back! But my parents don’t through anything away, and sure enough, Dad went to the loft and came back with the painting a few moments later. I had forgotten how it really looked, expected something slightly different, although I did remember something about a green & red birds, a nest and some eggs... Well, this is a special painting to me, as I remember making it, remember how proud I was, making a “real” painting on canvas. I painted it at my art teachers house (she lived in a lovely old school with lots of space), and it was only the second week of art class, I remember that clearly. I also remember bringing it back to my parents, feeling more proud than I can say. For some reason the oil and the canvas was what made it “real” and somehow more important than the other drawings and paintings I had done on paper, cardboard and whatever else I could find.
Well, I had to pack it in my suitcase coming back to Jersey, it took the journey well and is now hanging over the door in my studio as a happy & special memory...
