Gothic horror, film noire, and melodrama will frequently feature a scene with a spooky portrait. Here are a few examples off the top of my head:
The House on Telegraph Hill
The only thing I find odd is that they have so few paintings. Our homes were showcases for maternal grandmother, Helene’s, artwork.
Here she is learning her craft in France in the 1930s & ’40s.
As a result we have dozens of paintings of my mother documenting every stage of her life.
ARE YOU FEELING OVERWHELMED YET?
What about paintings of your grandmother?
Yourself? The family pets? The family home? Your great aunt? Your cousins? Your great grandmother? Great grandfather?
How about dozens of them?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining–not really–because I know these are an incredible gift, but basically, I’m going to need to live in a really large house with tall ceilings and LOTS of wall space. These all currently reside at my mother’s home and in a chat with friends the other night they asked me about my grandmother’s artwork and I could tell they were thinking of it in terms of a few paintings.
If you visualize managing a wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art then then you’re getting closer to the reality.
I’ve previously mentioned the sketchbook studies for future paintings. Here’s a random drawing of me as a baby.
So I had no choice, right? I had to be a melodramatic, gothic, femme fatale.
The paintings made me do it.