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Sep 13, 2011
Media: Oil
Size: 6x6 in
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I am back after a long absence. The past several weeks of my life have been eaten up by life. I've spent time caring for my 88-year-old mom who had a fall and suffered fractures, followed by the out-of-town wedding of our youngest daughter, and then a trip to accompany my poet husband to the annual Langdon Review Week in Granbury, TX. I am feeling just like this apple which fell, or was perhaps gently pushed, out of its snug little basket.
Desperate for the rich buttery feel and smell of fresh squeezed oil from a tube, last night was the first opportunity I have had to pickup a paintbrush in several weeks. This painting was from a photograph I took at the Langdon Poet Laureate picnic at the home of Charles and Dominique Inge, where lush still-green grasses spread out under the shade of reaching branches and whispering gardens along the limestone cliffs of Lake Granbury. As I sat on a blanket feasting on the moment and chicken salad, I kept thinking how Renoir should have been there to capture this other gathering of friends, lounging and lunching in the dappled afternoon light to the sound of poetry carrying them off on the cool melodic breezes of other moments.
I am back after a long absence. The past several weeks of my life have been eaten up by life. I've spent time caring for my 88-year-old mom who had a fall and suffered fractures, followed by the out-of-town wedding of our youngest daughter, and then a trip to accompany my poet husband to the annual Langdon Review Week in Granbury, TX. I am feeling just like this apple which fell, or was perhaps gently pushed, out of its snug little basket.
Desperate for the rich buttery feel and smell of fresh squeezed oil from a tube, last night was the first opportunity I have had to pickup a paintbrush in several weeks. This painting was from a photograph I took at the Langdon Poet Laureate picnic at the home of Charles and Dominique Inge, where lush still-green grasses spread out under the shade of reaching branches and whispering gardens along the limestone cliffs of Lake Granbury. As I sat on a blanket feasting on the moment and chicken salad, I kept thinking how Renoir should have been there to capture this other gathering of friends, lounging and lunching in the dappled afternoon light to the sound of poetry carrying them off on the cool melodic breezes of other moments. |
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