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Apr 16, 2024
Media: gouache on heavy paper
Size: 12x9 in
"My Parasol". I painted this riff on a Raoul Dufy (portrait of a woman in Morocco) because it looked so much like my adorable, plump, and short grandmother: a woman who really deserved the honorific of 'grand' mother. I had a very peripatetic childhood, and spent a lot of time just trying to adjust to new situations...but my grandmother, and her house and garden, were my still point in the ever turning world. When we pulled into her driveway we were greeted by the aroma of 500 rose bushes! Seriously! My grandparents grew 'test roses' for commercial rose growers so the atmosphere of their house was drenched in aroma. Plus, my grandmother was ALWAYS up for whatever creative mess I wanted to to attempt: making candles in milk cartons by pouring them over ice chips like a lost wax process???...SURE! How messy could it be? (answer: very!) She found me to be, not irritating, but delightful. She treated me like I had the best ideas, and like my constant desire to 'make stuff' (and the messes that accompanied said stuff), was exactly the life she had hoped to live! And here's the kicker: She wasn't even biologically related to me! She had married my grandfather after his first wife died in childbirth and left him with two little girls. She was never able to have children of her own, but I called her 'grandma'. And it turned out that SHE was MY shelter from the storm. She was MY life parasol! "My Parasol". I painted this riff on a Raoul Dufy (portrait of a woman in Morocco) because it looked so much like my adorable, plump, and short grandmother: a woman who really deserved the honorific of 'grand' mother. I had a very peripatetic childhood, and spent a lot of time just trying to adjust to new situations...but my grandmother, and her house and garden, were my still point in the ever turning world. When we pulled into her driveway we were greeted by the aroma of 500 rose bushes! Seriously! My grandparents grew 'test roses' for commercial rose growers so the atmosphere of their house was drenched in aroma. Plus, my grandmother was ALWAYS up for whatever creative mess I wanted to to attempt: making candles in milk cartons by pouring them over ice chips like a lost wax process???...SURE! How messy could it be? (answer: very!) She found me to be, not irritating, but delightful. She treated me like I had the best ideas, and like my constant desire to 'make stuff' (and the messes that accompanied said stuff), was exactly the life she had hoped to live! And here's the kicker: She wasn't even biologically related to me! She had married my grandfather after his first wife died in childbirth and left him with two little girls. She was never able to have children of her own, but I called her 'grandma'. And it turned out that SHE was MY shelter from the storm. She was MY life parasol! |
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