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.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.
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6 comments:
Jean
I like your new posts.Yes...inertia. I can relate.
Linda
In motion, staying so. Still and staying so.
Beautiful image, like a Dutch painting indeed. Inertia, yes, me too.
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I love the comparison you make here, so concisely, between the present image and a painting from the past. Wonderful.
that's beautiful, the colours and the motion
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