This is the castle where my great great grandmother on my mother’s side was raised. According to the story, she was knocked up by the gardener and disinherited. She moved to Canada where she worked as a hat maker to provide for herself and her infant son. She eventually married and raised a family. When she passed away her husband remarried, and his jealous new wife burned all of her things, including journals, clothes, and photographs—which is too bad, because those would have been super cool to look through. This castle, however, still stands as a historic landmark in Slovakia.
It is a dream of mine to visit there someday and experience in person this beautiful remnant of my family history.
I was inspired for this painting during mass one day. As it was one of my first attempts at digital painting, I spent dozens upon dozens of hours working to get it just right. My dad has been selling magnetic prints of it from his site since the Christmas after I painted it, and it’s weird to walk into random people’s homes and see it stuck to their fridge.