I was commissioned before Christmas to make a portrait of my friends granddad who sadly passed away last year. I had no intention of taking on anymore portrait commissions as I am always asked to change style or fit a certain look to suit the client and this is something that really bothers me. But I have known my friend Martin for years since school and as long as I have known him he has never been anything but a gent. In this regard the same is said for his grandad who the portrait is of, so I felt it a privilage to take on. I only met him twice in his life and I always remember he had a really colourful presence. He wasnt a man who stood quietly to the back, he had a tough shell built around a massive heart and anytime I met him he was always leaning on a wall or gate with one arm drapped over it. Like a true granddad!
I never met any of my grand parents, they fled hearing the news I was coming into the world knowing I would be demanding toys and sweets. But I always wish I had met them and I always envy friends who still have them in their life. Im most likely gonna end up stealing friends grand parents so be warned.
I think reflecting on this absense in my life made making this portrait a little more special and not like the rest. I saw a lot of my dad in the lines as I drew them out and the whole creating of the piece put me in another place.