This is the third year where I decided to paint a portrait of my sweet Rob on our anniversary. It somehow makes me feel close to him. It feels like I kind of bring part of Rob back to life through my art.
Last year, I painted this picture of Rob:
It's called Smokin' Rob, which is a play on words. Rob was smokin' hot, and he loved to smoke cigarettes.
The first portrait I did of Rob, after his death, is this one, called Love of My Life:
Hopefully, I'll be able to finish the newest portrait of Rob tomorrow. This particular painting means a lot to me. It's from a memory I have of Rob visiting me every weekend and taking me out on dates. On one of those days, he arrived wearing a cowboy hat and a silly grin on his face.
Oh, Rob, my love - how I do miss you!
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