|My Man, 9 x 11, charcoal|
While I read Rachel and Andrew's love story, I couldn't help thinking about my own marriage of fifty three years. We were fixed up. We went to the movies and held hands. His were beautiful--soft, smooth, manicured, for sure signs he had never done any real yard work. Mine were artist's hands, rough, short, unpolished nails and sweaty from nerves. He never noticed. We talked over coffee afterwards and haven't stopped since. I was fifteen. He was a college man with a great ass and the thighs of a track star.
--It's nice to take a minute to appreciate my most special gift on an afternoon I was avoiding Wildfire by making a large pot of split pea soup, an all day affair of soaking, chopping, waiting for the timer to sound, and running the mix through the blender. I wasn't blocked, I just needed to back up a bit after lightening up.
|Summer Shade, Acrylic on Gallery|
canvas, 36 x 36", 2010 - 2011
I ADDED A NEW BLOG TO MY SIDEBAR. Check out Stephanie Berry Fine Art. Stephanie's painting of market fruits and vegetables just blew me away. The colors were vibrant, contemporary--and were not pastels as I first thought, but rather, oils. I was very impressed with the lightness and purity of her colors and her light handed brushwork. --She's also a very nice lady; she became a follower. I do adore supporters. Couldn't paint without you. Your posts and your work keeps me enthusiastic and productive.