Paintings (Visager)

Paintings -- a tiny memory "Which one is mine and which was your grandfathers?" My grandma stood beside me wearing playful smile as we looked at the two paintings together. One, dreamlike, soft, impressionistic. A woman in a gauzy dress. The other a muddy, moody, mess of figures scattered around a dingy bar. I pointed at one. "Thats his." She nodded approvingly. "Yes. I love these ugly things." She looked at me and smiled again. "Your grandfather and I were really different." - - - - - - - - Pai...