This is a painting of my grandparents house, a place where i spent the first 19 years of my life. Sadly the house is no more and we did not have any pictures that captured the whole house.Luckily my aunt’s husband, painter Salleh Diwak had managed to do a painting of the front of the house before it fell apart.
From what i could gather from my family, this house was built, i believed in the 1800s by my late great grandfather. My grandfather was borned there in 1902 so it was a very old house.By that time my great grandfather was already in his 80s. Over the years, the house survived a fire, pillaging and shoddy repair works. I used to think that because the house was so old, if i dig deep enough i could find old treasures buried there.
There were many bittersweet memories there. I remembered my grandmother cooking over a charcoal stove,my brother and i eating many varieties of fruits from the trees that grew around the house, the 12 to 15 cats that used to run around the house, the mother hen that used to chased me..a lot! and the old framed picture of my grandfather and his violin that hung above his favourite chair.The toilet was not part of the house though.Yes,there was no indoor plumbing. The out house was about 400m away and believe me no one wanted to have a stomachache in the middle of the night.
Looking at the painting it stirs up a lot of different emotions and memories for my family and i.
On some days, we remember the joy that we had and on other days it brought out long hidden pain or heartbreak.
I am glad that someone made a painting of my grandparents house. In years to come, i am sure that we will be telling our children, grandchildren stories about the old house in the painting.