Another strange coincidence occurred to me a few weeks ago, and it holds special significance particularly in light of previous events that I've posted about.
One of the first posts I made when I joined this forum was about finding a photo of my Mother mixed in with a set of returned tax forms that my Father and I filled out just after her passing in 2003; this post can be read here:http://coastgab.com/index.php/topic,192.msg47936.html#msg47936
In this entry I mention that copies of this specific photo are kept in various places of significance to me. One of them hangs in my office, as previously stated, and one sits on a bookshelf at our cabin.
Last week my wife and I brought some paints out to the cabin on a whim. We decided to try our respective hands at painting that night, sitting out on the veranda. We've never done this before and neither of us paint as much as we wish we would. It was about 10 o'clock at night. The wife chose a landscape, which is her expertise. I looked around for a while, undecided, when I found the photo of Mom sitting in the frame on top of the bookshelf. Without thinking about the significance of the picture I grabbed the frame and decided I found my subject.
It's been a long time since I put brush to canvas, and it felt really good to get in some quality time with the old art supplies. Other than digital stuff I haven't really played around with physical media in a while except for some random "throw-away" pencil drawings here and there, mostly about random stuff that catches my interest in at the time. So this was a bit of a change. I let myself go and painted up a storm. It felt great.
After a while I decided it was as good as it was going to get, and the wife said I really captured my Mom's likeness well. That was the end of it. I put the supplies away and called it a night quite early for me, well before midnight. I specifically remember this because we had the radio on.
The next morning I woke up and looked at what I had done the night before. Then, suddenly, I realized what day it was when I had painted the picture. The previous night, July 28, was my Moms birthday. More surprisingly, I realized it would have been her 70th (Mom was born in 1942). Without realizing it at all, I had painted her likeness on what would have been a very significant milestone in her life if she were still alive. I did not realize the significance of the date at all at the time and did not give painting that photograph a second thought.
Again, all pure coincidence, but it's an unlikely set of circumstances which led to this specific outcome, once again tied to this photograph whose existence itself hinges on an unlikely chain of events. When I think about the number of things which had to conspire together just perfectly for this to occur I'm humbled and quite impressed.
I signed the back of the canvas in pencil to mark the day I made it, and was half considering leaving it on her grave, which is at a cemetery near the cabin. I decided to hang on to the painting after all and left a rock to mark our visit instead.