The Long Summer into Fall

This a plein air oil on 70 x 100 cm canvas, 2 1/2 hrs every morning for 3 weeks in August…un olio su tela 70 x 100, 2 1/2 ore ogni mattina per 3 settimane d’agosto….

Hello all!!! it was a long HOT ..102 degree summer here and then the rain  and more rain and somehow it is November!!! almost the end..I am still here ..neither scorched nor drowned..

Salve tutti!!! Quest’estate , come sapete, è stato caldissimo..40-42 gradi e poi c’era la pioggia, ed ancora pioggia ed ancora pioggia ..adesso siamo quasi alla fine di novembre ma sono ancora qua ne brusciata viva ne affogata..grazie!!..

8)    excuse the delay.

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Questo non c’è più..this one is gone…..

The beautiful elm tree was my reason for doing this painting….and then the rest..oil on canvas 45cm x 60 cm..L’olmo bello grande era il motivo dietro questo dipinto..e poi tutto il resto…olio su tela……autunno 2011….Part of the Palagina exhibition it was sold to a good family….Faceva parte della mostra alla Palagina, è stato venduto a persone meritvoli..

My Heart Welcomed Tuscany

My heart welcomed Tuscany although it was I who entered. Seven years ago, May 31, 2005, my brothers and sister, and I lost our father for the second time and finally. This is a sad day for me although outside, the sun is shining brightly surpassing the summer cumulus clouds; the poppies, calendula, and malva exalting in the persistent greens of the season; blackbirds, finches and swallows sing out and swoop down from their nests.

After our father flew, we huddled together, mostly metaphorically, in an anglo-saxon american mode; our mother cried out and protested loudly..sometimes against us.We hid and preened our feathers or jumped about looking to divert her.

Flight:  it was an educated whim and a warm escape to a magical world…now my home and inspiration.

thoughts/pensieri

It is a new day..overcast as yesterday but with the promise of sun. The chorus of blackbirds and swallows and sparrows are singing their hearts out with joy..in their nests the products of their love..a shape with no end…as perhaps their love.

The other day on Facebook, someone sent me a U-tube video of an old man in a nursing home in the US; he had been withdrawn and non responsive for years. He is an old black man with a warm voice, and he had loved music, Cab Callaway in particular. Someone thought..perhaps,not the doctor, but someone considerate who knew him, that if he could listen to his music, it might change things for him. And so they put earphones on him and he came “alive” and even for some time ..or ’til now..I don’t remember. The music gave him back himself..gave him back to his loved ones.  Oh, that the quiet visual art could do this.