Certain paintings stayed with me.
The sweet illustrations of Bessie Pease Gutmann.
The everyday stories of Norman Rockwell.
They weren't dramatic.
Nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
A child.
A puppy.
A toy truck.
Simple moments.
Those paintings quietly taught me what I still love to paint today.
When I painted this little boy with his dachshund, I wasn't trying to paint another artist's work.
I was painting the same kind of moment that had stayed with me for years.
A quiet relationship.
A story without words.
I've realized that's what I return to again and again.
Not because I've run out of new ideas.
Because people haven't changed.
Children still become completely absorbed in play.
Dogs still wait patiently beside them.
Parents still stop and smile when they notice.
Some moments never grow old.
What painting has quietly stayed with you over the years?