Saturday, September 12, 2009
For Claudel, 6x6 Oil
I couldn't paint yesterday. This painting was after a couple of wipe-offs. Sally Dean made these little tiny (2 inches, no lie) buckets with fresh flowers from her garden as gifts the other night. So my plan was to paint it, but it was difficult, because all I could think about was this wonderful young man (29 years old), a brother of a dear friend of mine, who died in an accident at work the night I got these flowers. For you, Claudel, with thanks for being the kind of person who brought sunshine into the lives of all you met.