Ah, yes. That is the picture I painted. It's of my youngest brother, we were very close. I had six siblings, two brothers, four sisters. My youngest brother died very young. Some say it looks like my own son, Einar. It is strange because they're right. It was painted so many years before he was born and yet It looks just like him. The dragonfly is there because my brother enjoyed going fishing with his dad to the lakes that were deep in the forest. There were always dragonflies darting in and out of the bullrushes. One day he cried because it landed on his nose and he thought he was going to turn into a dragon.He used to sit there and fish and imagine what it would be like to be a dragonfly. To have such big eyes to be able to see all the way round, to see out from the back of your head. To hover, almost to float mid air and to land on water and never sink.Oh how it would be to be a dragonfly.I'm not sure my children heard this story because during the winter, after heavy snow settles the first thing they do is go to the great sculpture park. Luckily it was only a couple of blocks away at the end of our road. They would make tracks in the snow along the paths beside the statues of life, running down the many paths over and over and then carefully placing one foot directly infront of another. This took all day, afterwards they were so proud claiming they had made a perfect giant dragonfly. Of course back then I didn't understand, I didn't get it- now I do many decades later as an arial photograph of the park with it's paths look - just like a giant dragonfly. I still don't know how they could have known.
The Dragonfly Park.
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