Member of the Portrait Society of America and Oil Painters of America
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Keepsake PortraitDaryl Urig's "Keepsake Portraits" are a unique way of painting what is important to the individual. It is not always what we see of the person that is the true person inside. Many times it is the little keepsakes we store, throw into a drawer in lifes fast paced journey. Like a book, you can not always tell the content by its cover. Read poem here. Those interested in having your memories and keepsakes immortalized in a Keepsake Painting by Daryl Urig, please contact us. Collected keepsakes fill my drawers – each a memory. Precious to me these seemingly meaningless stored objects, as they tumble through my fingers. My mind conjures up a story, a memory, an emotion, of a distant time and place from each visual item I see and hold. From my Father’s drawer, a few coins, his file, his comb, his fingernail clippers, tie tacks, eyeglass screws, and a single cufflink. I try to piece together who my Daddy was from this tiny museum of his life. What did he do? What did he like? What were the hidden things of his heart he had to share? Can I discover my real father in these trinkets? Is this the Keepers portrait of his heart? What about other people’s keepsakes? Do they resemble my father’s drawer or mine? How were they collected? Precious items – childhood things – set aside in hopes they would increase in value? Or do they hold some unseen promise or dream? Are they kept because of the item itself? Or are they just random and arbitrary things swept into a convenient drawer in the rush of life, when we are too busy to decide if they should be kept or discarded? Do we collect our things like the Master Carpenter whose wood shavings drift down and away from His workbench, collecting in some unnoticed place? Our young hearts to keep these objects, these secret hidden things – something to hold onto and say this is ours, we were here, we count, it does matter. Discarded things from my Father’s drawer – keepsakes that I store. Like the Egyptians of old, will we bury them at our sides, or hand them down and explain? Or into the trash they go, for those that follow have not the time to understand who we are and what was important to us. The paintings of Daryl Urig can be seen on his web site at www.DarylUrig.com. |
