Best Friends Forever… Katya and Colin.
8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm) oil on gessobord panel. To bid on this painting click here.
In spite her youthful appearance Katya is an old gal. She is 19, almost 20. We all remember vividly how Katya came to live with us. That summer Shelly was 3 and had to go see her doctor for a checkup. For some unfathomable or since forgotten reason the doc decided that Shelly’s ears needed to be washed inside with warm water applied from a large syringe. Shelly took exception to the proceedings. Her wailing could have drowned an ambulance siren. She was still voicing her objections and indignation when we left the torture chamber, I mean – the doctor’s office, and got in a car. Instead of going home I drove straight to Toys-R-Us. Grandma and I knew that we found a soul mate as soon as we saw Katya. The drama and tears stopped in an instant, and Shelly was smiling. Katya lived with us ever since and helped us through many illnesses and medical procedures.
Colin came much later. My memory of Shelly’s early teen years is fairly vague. I understand that the psyche does this for a reason, for our own benefit some things better remain obscured and misted over. I don’t object. But at some point during those fog clouded years Colin arrived and took a place of honor on the bed, next to Katya and Francisco.
Oh, should I tell you about Francisco? Later, perhaps… when I paint him.