I don’t know Daniel J. Neylon. I don’t know where his inspiration came from, whether he painted as a hobby or profession, how he came to art. I only know that that he titled, signed and dated his work.

I don’t know where Daniel was when he painted, Rainy Sunday Afternoon in September 1977, but I know how he felt. I do remember my life in September 1977. I was 17 years-old, just entering my senior year of high school, full of promise and potential and yet clouded by fear and uncertainty.  Daniel’s painting soothes my 17 year-old self.

Daniel’s other painting, Victim of Change, from November 1984 tells me painting was not a passing fad in his life. These two paintings span a period of seven years and reveal his devotion to his color palette, his vision and his craft. It seems by 1984, Daniel was mourning things lost, at a time when I was embracing a new life as a young married professional.

Like Daniel, I have a reverence for places and ways that shape us, a respect for the past while remaining open to the present, a way of seeing beauty even in decay (or perhaps because of it).

I don’t know how or why Daniel’s paintings ended up at the Goodwill, but I am blessed to have found them. They continue to act as conduit for connection which seems a most fitting form of creativity.

Day 340

Day 340