June had done some digging on Nigel’s company and found he was one of the best in the business, at the zenith of his profession even though he’d only been in business a few years comparatively. June decided it was partly due to his experience as a cop, his heightened awareness of people’s nature as well as their responses and abilities. He’d mentioned man’s inhumanity to man and he was right about that.
Although she’d never been involved on the front lines, she’d read a great deal, both as a youngster, as a student and even now when she could squeeze five minutes out of her day, she read. She too studied human nature, all nature, which assisted in painting realistic quality.
Humans were indeed unpredictable and their responses in any given situation could shock and amaze. Sometimes it was human compassion, sometimes it was pure cruelty.
She’d been asked to paint portraits, but it wasn’t something she enjoyed because she’d found more often than not, the recipient couldn’t be pleased. Not all, but some and she’d found it a waste of time. They wanted immortalization in perfection and June painted what she saw. Sometimes the pain hidden behind the eyes, or lines on the face (while adding character and charm) were more than the model could cope with. The face staring back was real, honest, and pure; June sought integrity in all her artwork. As a result, she’d stopped painting portraits unless the portrait was for a special friend, and concentrated on vistas, oceans, meadows, streets and people hustling and bustling about their daily life instead.
She’d once captured a couple under an umbrella in a tryst and found it so captivating so lovely she’d painted them. That painting was one of her best sellers so she’d created a vignette of paintings relating to couples whether walking in the rain, at the beach, possibly walking down a crowded street, meeting in a café. They were top sellers to this day and continued to be favourites. June understood why because she felt it every time she painted one, it was the hope, the innocence the delight, the purity, the love that shone brightly through and which had become a signature of her work.
Her manager once told her that she’d go broke because she wanted every painting, each spoke volumes to her and the observer. That always touched June for she relied on her manager’s honesty and she’d hit the nail on the head every time they’d prepared for a showing. Misty was always on target and was a godsend and true friend.