The first time I saw this framed piece it was hanging in an art store in Glenview, IL. It was January; Chicago was having the coldest of winters and business was slow because people were venturing out only for essentials. As I stood looking up at the painting, I began to cry. The angle of the women’s head, something? and there was my mother standing before me.
A phone call home, a generous husband, a reduced price, and @Artist Don Hatfield’s, ‘Fixing the Ribbons,” was mine. It has been hung on a slightly pink brick wall in a living room, on a dining room wall, in a bedroom and was waiting against a door here in the ‘Cottage for Two’ to be hung again. Lucky for me, I live with an expert picture hanger, armed with measuring tape and level, and his seaman’s eye. Now hanging in the master bedroom, the woman in the painting continues to look like my mother bringing me comfort and joy. Hanging art work in a new home is an opportunity to see the art with new eyes. In this case, the blessing of Hatfield’s painting continues. A sweet PS to this post: When I asked my oldest granddaughter who she thought the woman was, she thought it was me.