30+ years of paintings, talked about one painting at a time: what went into the paintings, what I was trying to say, what was happening at the time of my life that I made the paintings. The paintings themselves are narrative, and this adds a little more to the story that they tell.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Bob with Garden and Birds 2002
Earlier this year, my husband Bob and I made a bet about an actor in a TV series and I won(of course!). If he lost, the bet was that he would have to put in a vegetable garden. So he did. By early that spring he had brought in concrete blocks to make a wall and added chicken wire to keep the rabbits out. He mixed in my composted kitchen scraps, bought soil and added that. He put in drip lines and set the timer, and by mid spring we were eating greens from the garden. It looked good, everything had come up, the rabbits kept their distance, and we were eating from the garden on a regular basis. But as the summer wore on, something happened and the garden began, not exactly to fail, but to not thrive the way it had. There were only a few green beans, we had four turnips, two eggplants, and by now, of course, the greens had gone to seed. The water ran right through the soil and the concrete blocks onto the ground around the garden, and it became swampy. The garden looked sad, and except for a few tomatoes, was basically done, the area around it lush with mint, tall grass and weeds.