The painting on the wall (rendered askew by the head-stander) was hung there not only to cover weathered plaster cracks but also to serve as an example of angels helping each other with book-learning. Pa’s visible belt on the couch served as a reminder of punishment for disillusionment.
We ignored the signs: our black cat ominously observing from the other end of the couch, and the brown one – our top mouse-catcher – streaking for cover. We were on a path of innovative home work: angels in training for flight wings.
Oil 40" x 30"
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2 comments:
Great painting Dad!
It seems your imagination has really been running wild lately, because I know any painting in which you have friends clearly isn't drawn from memory...
Mike, many thanks for your compliments.
This was the sixties, before cell-phones and internet "FRIENDS". My paintings are drawn from memory and are as autobiographical as can be a half-century later.
Love, your Dad
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