a feeling I can't describe

[lauradi7dw]

In 2004, we spent a month or so in London. A friend of a friend of a friend was the artist Antonia Rolls and we went to visit her a couple of times in South Wimbledon, where she lived at the time. She offered some painting lessons to Flo, then a high school student, and was gladly accepted. A year ago, recently graduated art major Flo went to visit her for a couple of days, in coastal Bognor Regis, and they again painted together. Flo left her painting as a thank-you gift. Antonia has an ongoing project called A Graceful Death, paintings of people who were dying or have died, along with poetry and other stuff, usually with workshops and discussions wherever the exhibit goes. In this video, made by one of her friends, she is showing some of her work to the widower left behind by a woman who committed suicide. I was watching it, and then it vaguely registered that I'd seen a photograph of the painting on the wall before - it's the one Flo painted. My gut feeling isn't motherly pride in Flo's skill as much as a warm feeling that someone thousands of miles away could have a daily reminder of someone I love. That's true of all her friends and co-workers too, of course, but that doesn't prompt any particular feelings. I really am not articulating this well at all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOufYmUz4eY&feature=related
starting at about 2 minutes in - the woman sort of floating in the sky, reading.