Pastis in the afternoon
I have a favorite paintbrush that is covered with layers of old paint...each telling a story. Some speak of hot days in Arles while others hint of the Olive trees in St. Remy. Layers and colors so intertwined that perhaps Francis Bacon is having a conversation with Cy Twombly. Sometimes I carry the paintbrush around to feel close to all the stories but the first and last layers tell the same one...
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posted by fbg at 6:00 PM
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What a beautiful posting?! I work at a big old stained art table with a Luxo lamp attached. On this table you will find old crusty paintbrushes, a water jar with dried paint drippings, a small wood piece my father carved for me with a votive candle to serve as my nightlight, a Japanese coaster that my sister-in-law gave me from her last trip and my calculator ;-) The table was owned by my boyfriend's mother, who was an artist. A window sits in front of this table and when I turn my attention away from the computer I have a Southern view of downtown New York with an obvious spot missing where the WTC once stood. The view has changed and the table's owner but the work done here is always with a creative stroke in mind.
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