Do you ever wake up in the wee hours, and you have fully formed thoughts about something? I woke up this morning thinking of a woman who commissioned me to do a portrait of her son. She commissioned me many years ago in the 80’s. I was doing portraits in various media. I have a knack for getting a likeness.
This woman came to me and handed me a few snapshots of a boy with a baseball cap on and his face was in shadow. She told me these were the only recent pictures she had of her son and now he was dead. He died in a car accident. She thought if I could do a portrait of him, she would like to have it to look at.
She came back to see how it was going. No she said,
it doesn’t look like him.
She carefully explained how he looked. I redid it a few times. I would have given a lot to be able to satisfy her. My heart went out to her. But, I seemed unable to do so.
Finally, in desperation, one night I said,
Okay _____(Her son’s name), please help me. Your mother wants this and I’d like to oblige.
Next time she came by, she exclaimed,
That’s him! That’s his eyes and he’s looking at me.
We both cried.
I do believe I had help and I am grateful.
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