The Queen’s House

 

In October 2007 I wrote about an unexpected and much-appreciated trip to London. While I shared experiences relating to a deep desire to see the Rothko paintings at the Tate (and the subsequent fulfillment of said desire), I did not mention much more about the trip’s particulars.

 

Such as how I spent most of my time alone in London. Or how my digital camera was on its last leg. I managed the alone part just fine. I’m a big girl. But the camera freak-out…

 

Many photos were washed out completely. Some just had these crazy “flashes” that showed up where and when they felt like it. I took photo after photo, hoping for the best. Sometimes it worked…

 

 

Sometimes it didn’t…

 

 

One day I found myself standing outside the gates of Buckingham Palace. It’s a lovely gate, really. So I took a photo. The crazy “flash” wasn’t too bad.

 

 

There was something about that picture that appealed to me. Maybe that’s why I pulled it out of the archives a few years later and decided to paint it. I’m not sure. Whatever the reason, this painting makes me happy.

 

 

For the record, a few days after standing outside those gates – alone – I went back to Buckingham Palace with Mister. We took the tour as full-on, googly-eyed Americans and it was awesome. My favorite part? Sharing it with someone.

The Queen’s Jubilee

 

 

This year marks The Queen of England’s Diamond Jubilee. 60 years ago, on 6 February, she ascended the throne. Her official coronation took place a year later, on 2 June 1953. This is something of only passing interest for many of us. But I can imagine the joyous frenzy in Britain. And I support that, as we all need reasons to celebrate in life. Nothing wrong with that, not at all.

 

When I painted this, I wasn’t thinking of the Queen’s Jubilee. In fact, I was just trying to do something different. This was my first layer of paint…

 

 

Not much, eh? I’ll be honest with you. I was at a loss as to how to move forward. So I did the only thing I could: I asked others what they saw. The first young lass I approached said she thought it looked like a skirt. A skirt?

 

A skirt! As soon as she said it, I saw it. And as soon as I saw it, I knew it was The Queen. And as soon as I knew it was The Queen, I knew it would say, “God Save the Queen.” The gloved hand and tiara ideas came right after. Of course, executing all those ideas was the hard part. But I did pull it off to my liking.

 

I’ve not been alive long enough to recall The Queen’s coronation. But she’s been The Queen all my life. As much as we expect some things, some people, to endure, nothing lasts forever. This painting will always remind me of Her Majesty, Elizabeth II, Queen of England. Isn’t she lovely…