Jessiby David R. Darrow
9" x 9" (22.9cm x 22.9cm)
Oil on Canvas Panel
SOLD
Collection of Dean E. Bailiff,
Palm Harbor, FL – USA

About This Painting

After I placed the order at the counter at Pizza Port I wandered outside to find a spot in the warm summer evening air. I could see it would be a challenge — with summer in a beach town off to its official start, it seemed everyone in town had gone from the beach to Pizza Port to wind down before heading home.

I plopped my superfluous jacket down across the mostly-crowded picnic-style table, at the same time asking the guests to my left if there was room for me. As the head of household gave me a murky response along the lines of “we’re expecting a few more” a couple to the right of where I was trying to squeeze in suddenly scooted further down, making more room and said definitively, “Sure! Have a seat.”

I looked back at the gentleman who had attempted to decline our presence and said with a smile, “I like their answer better.”

Jessi, as I learned was out on a date. We would learn that they had just recently met and were out getting to know each other better.

The two of them were just plain fun folks. We talked easily, joked and laughed together like old friends that had just met. Unusually friendly, I thought. A breath of fresh air.

Eventually the conversation got around the the traditional so-what-do-you-dos and Jessi, a pretty mid-twenties brunette dipped into her purse quickly pulling out two business cards announcing that she is a massage therapist working her day job at what is arguably the finest five-star spa and resort in San Diego County, and at the top of many lists worldwide. We were impressed.

She went on to tell us she trained at Lauterstein-Conway School of Massage in Austin, TX, and was recruited from school directly to this prestigious position in San Diego. “That credential will never be any lower than first position on my resume,” she beamed.

Eventually, the conversation got around to what I do. “I’m an artist. I paint portraits and stuff,” I nonchalaunted. Turning to Jessi, I added, “You have great eyes. Can I paint you?”

“Sure! That’d be great,” she shot back. And so, just like that, it was settled.

She’s as fascinating to paint as to know.

And the whole thing has been a confirmation that it is often serendipitous to talk to complete strangers. ◙