It's not true that my mind goes blank as I try to paint spontaneous imagery, the right brain imagines memory, the left brain calculates. All the while I was remembering the scent of fall, fourth grade or so: life from a swing, plaid dresses, polished saddle shoes, waiting pumpkins, homecoming parades, and pomegranates. Only in the fall, pomegranates; their red round,
square skins packed with sweet jewels in the 'Black & White' grocery store that smelled of everything: detergent, oranges, homemade sausages and french bread.
... in the fall, new pomegranates to share at recess.
And so, after painting and repainting, searching for what I am trying to see in the chaos of abstraction, the feeling that was with me from the start: hop scotch, the cracking sound of new books opening, the turning leaves and pomegranates. This painting, no matter what others fail to see, I will keep.
2 comments:
good for you! I love this piece Marie and I kept the abstract that I made when my brother died in May. too bad for them! I get it totally and I love that you articulated the thoughts that went into it! hugs!
Love the strength that just exudes from this piece! A definite keeper!
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