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I went to the funeral last Sunday of this very dear lady, Irma Eisenmann. She had just turned 88. She was an artist, friend, confidante, and a very wise woman. We were in art classes together off and on for 18 years or so. When my mother was dying of cancer, she and I would sit and talk about our mothers. She was very close to her mother and was unconsolable when she died, as was I when my own mother died.
When Irma became too weak with all her ailments and unable to come to class, I visited her and we sat and talked, looked at all her photo albums and looked at all her artwork hanging in her house. I may have brought her lunch that day but I really don't remember. I bought a second piece of art from her that day. The Panda. I had the privilege of buying one previously a couple of years before that. One time I drove to pick her up and we went out to lunch and had potatoe soup. We both complained that it was a bit salty but we still liked it.
She was a very wise and knowing lady. There were a few times she would ask me something and I'd be surprised that she knew anything about it at all because I'd never told anyone. She just knew. I asked her how she knew and she said she could tell when she looked into my eyes. Uncanny really, now that I think about it.
She was very devoted and dedicated to her art, her family and God. The hours she would spend on one art piece was astounding. To view some of her artwork visit: http://gs91.photobucket.com/groups/k303/GAN95CSFE8/ She did many more than is shown here.
Below are the two pastel paintings of hers that I am very privileged to own. They are hanging in my livingroom. The center is, of course, a closer detail of the top one. Sorry for the glare in the Panda. Will have to take a better photo of that one.