My mother Joan sketches many charming doodles throughout her diaries.
Her granddaughter, Liz Morrison, is the child of Jim and Ruth Morrison (Jim’s my older brother). She is a brilliant artist. I think Joan would be the first to admit that Liz’s art far exceeds her own!
After Joan’s death in 2010, Liz created a series of gorgeous illustrations in honor of her beloved grandmother. Here are some of them.
My parents loved to canoe, sharing that passion with their children.
This series by Liz also includes a beautiful one of Joan’s granddaughter, Sarah–my daughter!
Sarah loves art too–her specialty is art history and art conservation and restoration which she is learning about now at college. So Joan’s legacy–art creation and art appreciation–lives on in her granddaughters.
Here is a passage from Joan’s diary where she is puzzling over a piece of “new” art at the Art Institute in Chicago at age 15.
Wednesday, June 22, 1938
I went to the Art Institute for the afternoon. Had a lovely half hour contemplating Chemist Lifting with Extreme Precaution the Cuticle of a Grand Piano. Modern art [Salvador Dalí]. There was a curly blonde fellow sitting next to me. We both considered the picture for a long time. Then I got up to look again to see I wasn’t crazy. I sat down. He got up. Ditto. We looked at each other. A woman came into the room, looked at the picture and started back (it has that effect). Then, thinking we were together, she started to discuss the picture with C.B. [Curly Blonde] and me. No decision, though we nodded solemnly.
Joan ended up marrying a chemist–but he never lifted the cuticle of a grand piano!