A photo can be hard to look at. A portrait, they can smile back at.
There's rarely a good time for this, most families are just trying to get through the week. A painted portrait gives them something to sit with, long after. I paint memorial portraits by hand, from a photo.
Two ways to work together
Offer it to a family
Mention it's available. The family contacts me directly and keeps the painting for themselves, at their own pace.
Commission one yourselves
For a programme booklet, order of service, or memorial card, you send the photo, I turn it around on your timeline, and it's yours to print.
You mention it's available
A line in your service materials, or a word when it feels right. No script, no pressure on the family.
They contact me when ready
Before the service, or months after. I handle the whole conversation directly, at their pace, with no admin on your end.
The painting arrives, ready to frame
Just something good you were able to point them toward.
You send the photo and deadline
For a booklet cover, order of service, or memorial card, anything the piece is for.
I turn it around on your timeline
You get back a high-resolution file ready for your printer.
The original painting, if you'd like one
Yours to keep or to gift to the family.
“Seeing her best friend again through the portrait brought tears to her eyes.”
Shaz K.Recent pieces
Commissioned for the 70th birthday of a lady who lost her best friend just 6 weeks earlier
Commissioned as a condolence gift for a lady who lost her best friend unexpectedly
Commissioned by the mother as a family portrait and also to remember a lost baby
Just an introduction. No paperwork, no commission to manage.
Usually the family commissions the painting directly. Some providers choose to commission a piece themselves — for a memory book, or as a gesture to the family, that's welcome too, but never expected. If it's useful to have a card or a line for your own website, I'll put one together.
If this sounds like something worth offering, I'd like to hear from you.
Get in touch