When I was growing up, my parents owned a gravestone business. My dad procured, cut and sandblasted the stone. My mom worked with clients (and she was wonderful at helping them make these daunting choices in their grief). Even more beautiful were the hand-engraved portraits she did on the markers. A few people went elsewhere because CAD-designed sandblasted pictures were cheaper. Hers though had their own life in them…the differences in pressure from an actual hand gave her portraits delicacy and vibrancy that couldn’t be captured any other way. She was a brilliant artist.
When I started Sandwich Cats, I didn’t set out to follow her legacy. As most of you know, it was for my daughter. The other thing, the thing made made me a second generation…whatever you call us…just happened naturally. I hope you know that when you ask me to paint a memory portrait of your cat, it means a lot to me too.
