Among the overflow of paintings relegated to a closet, we unearthed a long box that was full of rolled-up canvases. As we unrolled them one by one, we discovered some old friends and some paintings that we had never seen before. They are all true treasures. This one is a portrait of the artist’s wife, my mother Anne Edwards Long. I remember this painting and have long wondered what became of it, so I was delighted to bring it back to the light. I believe this was made in the early 1970s. The cat on Mom’s lap is Phoebe.
