Basement Art


I was paying our restaurant bill, inserting my credit card into the POS machine, with the waitress waiting patiently at the side. I started some small talk with her while waiting for the POS machine to go through it’s machine process. I live in a university city, so the first question that came to mind was, “Are you a student” . The answer was a smiling “No”.   I then said, “Is this your full time job” and the answer was a smiling “Yes”. Absorbing this information, I further queried “What is it you like to do when you are not waitressing”. She hesitated a moment before replying, “I like to draw and paint”.    We entered into a conversation and she further explained that she had started an artist’s evening in the restaurant. People would gather in the restaurant for a meal, share ideas and then create their works of art around the evenings theme.

I mentioned that I had been thinking of having a mural painted on my basement wall.  I have some knights on tables in the basement and wooden training swords hanging on the wall and thought it would be nice to enhance this with a mural of a castle. I explained that my vision was a castle on a hill, with a stream nearby and some trees and flowers. Would she be interested in taking on this project. Her word’s came out in a confused rush, “I’m really not that good, I’ve only painted on 8.5′ x 11″ canvass, I couldn’t possibly do it justice. I really don’t think I can do it, sorry”.  We ended up exchanging email addresses, because, I had talked her into at least letting me send her a photo of the basement wall so she would have an idea of the dimensions. It took two months of back and forth before she eventually agreed to take on the project. I enquired how much she would charge for the project and she replied, ” I couldn’t possibly ask for money, thank you for allowing me to express myself on a larger canvass”. I gave her money to purchase all the supplies she needed to complete the project and she was very happy with that arrangement. She worked at her art for about four hours a week over a couple of months and the results can be seen above. She shared that she had really enjoyed the project and it had expanded her horizons as to what was possible. Soon after she was called away to a family emergency and we lost touch.


The above is a print hanging in my basement. Christ of St. John of the Cross by Salvador Dali (1904-1989).

One dark night,

Fired with love’s urgent longings

I went out unseen,

My house being now all stilled;

( a song of the soul’s happiness in passing through the dark night)



Rose Meditative by Salvador Dali hanging on the wall in my basement.

Blue Roses by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love’s delight.
She would none of all my posies–
Bade me gather her blue roses.

Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.

Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.

It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest–

Roses white and red are best!


Published by lensdailydiary

Born Stepney, London, England. Emigrated to Canada. Married, two children, six grandchildren. Retired. Conservative and cultural catholic. LOVE soccer. Tottenham Hotspur. Read historical and fantasy fiction..

4 thoughts on “Basement Art

  1. A song of a soul’s happiness passing through….. This is beautiful – as is the artwork. I believe that the fact of believing in someone and actually supporting them just by a gut feeling is the greatest thing you can do. Because it takes on its own energy in a way where even the smallest accomplishment and feedback kindles that little flame. I live in Seattle, and I see daily these tent-villages, homeless man, women, even children, and I sat down for the Thanksgiving dinner I had cooked, and felt like this should be shared in soooo many ways. We shared our meals in Alaska with others, and it was completely natural. Like it should be when knowing someone who is in a though place in their lives. Here I feel helpless because I am trying to help, and find a place to volunteer and offer my skills, but I am overwhelmed. However: I am writing this because what you wrote put things in perspective for me again. If you just help one, ONE person! ….. It’s all that matters. Another one in different ways and so on. Well, thank you for sharing because I feel so much better understanding again that every step matters, one at a time. Great writing!


    1. Thanks for your kind words Simone. I can get overwhelmed with the frustration of watching the news and seeing what goes on in different areas. But all I can do is to make sure that I be supportive and helpful to those I know. My family, my neighbours and whoever I may meet in life’s journey. I really like your blog. Your inspirational and grounded writings and your beautiful photography. You are very talented. Thanks for visiting and following.


  2. Strong empathy.
    As anyone who genuinely struggles with the pains of artistic expression will say, it is these unexpected actions that provide a boost to morale & confidence.
    (Too bad the end result photo cannot be viewed.)


    1. Thanks for your thoughts, Spira. I find engaging people in conversation, they always have such interesting stories to tell. That was my early days of blogging before I realized not to delete photos as they also disappeared from the blog.

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