Painting and memories and why I love this so much

My grandparents, “Mimi and Biggie” on Christmas morning

When I think to our 600 square foot apartment in downtown Beverly, the little Gloucester breakfast spot we ate at before Josh proposed, or the Friendly's I went to as a kid with my grandparents, I'm filled with feelings and memories tied to those places. I love the space that places, buildings, homes, and locations hold in our hearts. Memories from where we lived or places we visited have a way of transporting us through time. We laugh with my grandparents about some of the first places they lived. One of their first apartments was a converted garage. Their bedroom was so small that my grandfather (we call him Biggie), being the tall man he was, could stick his feet right out the window from their bed. As we laugh about the size of the oven my Mimi had to cook in (practically an Easy Bake), we get to somehow be in that place with them, for those moments, and it is so special.

I love to paint places that bring those memories even closer to our day to day.

My husband, Josh, and me on the first day we moved into our attic-like 600 square foot apartment.