Boris van de Grint, that’s the name of my husband and he’s a painter, a very talented one who has made quite a few paintings for our home, and other people’s homes, but has now found his niche in painting portraits.
He made this one of my father for my birthday last December. My father passed away in 1988 when I was just turning 14 and he’s still very missed. I have to say that it’s becoming easier and easier throughout the years but there’s always a random day that it upsets me, that I’m angry or that I miss him or that I’m angry at other people for arguing with their parents. It can happen anywhere, while sitting in the bathtub, in the car, on my bike, while I’m doing the dishes … I get this wave of self-pity washed over me and I have to whale for about 10 minutes and I’ll go on with my day as if nothing ever happened. I just let it go, it’s good and it soothing.
I don’t do pictures of people in frames, I actually quite dislike it. As much as I dislike stuff on windowsills, remote controls on a coffee table and sofa’s facing a TV. There’s not one picture of my father in my home, so I’m really pleased with this painting Bo made for me. I hung it in the living room just outside the kitchen, so each time I enter the living room I can say “hi dad, what’s up?”. And he gives me one of his sweetest grins in return, oh how I miss that grin. That’s the beauty of art … period.
Boris takes commissions, he’s not cheap as his technique is quite complicated and time consuming. But do not hesitate to ask him for a quote, he totally understands when his art is not in your budget. Sometimes he’s even so inspired by a photo that he’ll paint it just for fun.