...at a reproduction of this painting as my mom made my dad sit through a traveling salesman's vacuum cleaner presentation, and for doing so, they received that reproduction. It hung by their bed ever since I can remember and I used to stare at it all the time. One day as a family we visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and while there, we walked into a room with paintings by John Constable. Pointing at one I declared, "That's the person who painted your painting!" My dad may have raised an eyebrow and walked off, but my mom raised two and went to check the name tag. When the names matched back at home, she started looking at her under hip-high son a little differently, and always supported him in his artistic endeavors. So thank you Dad for sitting through an I'm sure very boring presentation. Thank you Mom for never seeing a painting of mine that you didn't like. And thank you John Constable for painting phenomenal clouds and pastoral scenes that endlessly captured this artist's young imagination. And if you ever have the chance to go to The National Gallery of London, drop by "The Hay Wain" and spend a little more time than you might otherwise. It is a fascinating scene.
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