Lapland.
Family.
Lapland.
Family.
Lapland.
Family.
A Family Memory
Three years after I met my wife. That same year her grandfather passed away. That winter we went to Lapland, by the Arctic Circle, to spend some months with Asta, my grandmother-in-law.
Arto, my wife’s grandfather was a painter as well, and I found the first atelier I could use. That year I decided to paint a portrait for Asta. I painted her three children, back in the early 70s, at a beach. Today, this painting hangs in Asta’s living room, and knowing they are together, every day, warms my heart.
A Family Memory
Three years after I met my wife. That same year her grandfather passed away. That winter we went to Lapland, by the Arctic Circle, to spend some months with Asta, my grandmother-in-law.
Arto, my wife’s grandfather was a painter as well, and I found the first atelier I could use. That year I decided to paint a portrait for Asta. I painted her three children, back in the early 70s, at a beach. Today, this painting hangs in Asta’s living room, and knowing they are together, every day, warms my heart.
A Family Memory
Three years after I met my wife. That same year her grandfather passed away. That winter we went to Lapland, by the Arctic Circle, to spend some months with Asta, my grandmother-in-law.
Arto, my wife’s grandfather was a painter as well, and I found the first atelier I could use. That year I decided to paint a portrait for Asta. I painted her three children, back in the early 70s, at a beach. Today, this painting hangs in Asta’s living room, and knowing they are together, every day, warms my heart.
