Thursday, 6 November 2008

Dried

An eye for found art (well, no, just inertia really) let them dry and drop, and the effect is haunting. They remind me of a small, dark oil study in just these red-brown hues, of dropping flowers in a vase - the only painting we had by my father, who had been a talented, if derivative, amateur artist before he was overtaken by the demands of a late, misguided marriage.

6 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

Jean
I like your new posts.Yes...inertia. I can relate.
Linda

Zhoen said...

In motion, staying so. Still and staying so.

marja-leena said...

Beautiful image, like a Dutch painting indeed. Inertia, yes, me too.

Dale said...

(o)

Litlove said...

I love the comparison you make here, so concisely, between the present image and a painting from the past. Wonderful.

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's beautiful, the colours and the motion