The Pashtun by L. Martel

This is a 12″ x16″ oil on canvas painting of a Pashtun man, probably a war lord, the way he sits in authority. I met my Pashtun in India. He was dressed in his traditional, colourful garb. This tall, powerful and handsome looking man with a twinkle in his eye, declared with pride “I am a Pashtun”.


The Reception by L. Martel

This is a 12″ x 16″ oil on canvas called The Reception. This is a vignette in life where the wedding is over and the father of the bride and the father of the groom get together over a drink at the reception and discuss the meaning of life and their hopes and fears for the future union of their children.


The Nordic Noble Grandfather with Grandson by L. Martel

This is a 20″x 24″ oil on canvas painting of a Nordic grandfather with his grandson, a third painting in the Generation Series and, at the moment, the last. Any resemblance of the grandfather to the Irish playwright, George Bernard Shaw, is purely coincidental. As with the Indian grandson, I find the young boy apprehensive and hesitant. Both boys are younger than the granddaughter. To me, both boys are in need of the strenght of their grandfathers to find their way in this world. The granddaughter is actually happy and hopeful looking. She is just that much older but also has much more confidence.


The Generation Series – The Noble Indian Grandfather with his Grandson by L. Martel

I am a grandmother and I take this role in life seriously. The impact that one generation can have on another is profound. This is a 20″x24″ oil on canvas of an North American Native Indian with his grandson. I was striving for the strength and love that the older gerneration has for their grandchildren. The grandfather looks strong yet gentle and kind and his affection for his grandson in evident. The child looks full of anticipation, yet there is some hesitation in his look too.

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Mother and Child of the Clin by L. Martel

We were living at 169 Faubourg St. Antoine, Paris in the 11th arrondissement. Our younger daughter was attending a French public school that was a short walk down the Rue Forge Royal. Everyday I would walk her to school. At the end of the day I would go to meet her and while waiting for her release from school, I would see women dressed in all sorts of native costumes. One woman, in particular, stood out for her beauty and grace. She was probably from Senegal. She had a young baby strapped to her back wrapped in cloth. I approached the woman and asked her if I could take her picture. I wanted to paint her. She shook her head and I never saw her again. I realized that she was probably an illegal immigrant and I must have frightened her. We don’t always realize the consequences of our actions. I’m sorry for for the trouble I must have caused her. Her likeness in this painting is from memory. This is a 18″x 24″ oil on canvas.