The Granddaddy of Coincidences
When Tilja was born, we received a gift of a painting of the Northern Lights by my Grandmother, Phoebe-Anne Magee*, from my Aunt Margot and Uncle Lee. Compact in size, and simple, yet colourful in subject – we fell for it straight away, and felt we should get it properly framed at some time. Actually, I thought I would make a frame myself.

During our trip to Canada this summer, my Grandmaman, Marie Séguin, gave us a gift of a painting by my Grandad, Harvey Séguin**. This was also compact in size, and simple yet colourful in subject. It was also of the Northern Lights.

Turns out they are exactly the same size.

So, now, as we had the trio of paintings in the bedroom framed, we had these two grandparent paintings framed as well – and hung them together above TIlja’s bed. It’s a good place for them. You see them as you enter the apartment, and it’s one of the last things we see before we all sleep.
*Granny still produces a steady flow of paintings from her little studio set up in her house in St.Andrew’s, New Brunswick
**Grandad died a few years ago, but had enthusiatically picked up a brush during retirement, and produced quite the body of work in his own home studio in Hudson Heights, Québec.

December 22nd, 2009 at 6:10 pm
Hey… how come I never saw these this summer? Were you holding out on me?!?
they look fantastic. I love the fact that grandparents on both sides of the family had the same vision. A little eerie too.
December 22nd, 2009 at 7:13 pm
Love that we come from a family of artists who don’t call themselves artists. “Grandaddy of Coincidences” from @lukism http://bit.ly/8EOBqI
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January 2nd, 2010 at 10:07 pm
Hey Luke !
I just love this juxtaposition of paintings. Dad’s painting looks quite respectable next to Phoebe’s and coincidences of coincidences…same size, same theme…I think it’s fate and destiny that you should keep them and look at them. It feels somehow that their spirits live on through their artwork in a distant land.
You know, Sweden and Denmark were among the first countries that Dad visited in Europe when I was a little girl…I think it fitting that his painting should be with you and the girls on these distant shores from Canada.
It just feels right !
Love
Anne