Mother’s recent move unearthed several long-packed-away boxes … one with an oddly random collection of objects from my past. If we had to label the box, it would look something like this: Things-Cindy-Made-or-Things-that-somehow-relate-to-Things-Cindy-Made. In-her-twenties-or-earlier. Plus-the-blond-ponytail-from-her-first-haircut.
Pictured on the garden seat at my makeshift kitchen island desk is small quilt …. looks like it was actually intended for this purpose, but obviously for a rectangular seat. For some reason I felt compelled to sign and date this ordinary little thing. CLS 1981. That was the year I graduated from college, and the summer I decided not to go to MBA school, instead to spend some time reproducing antique quilts, and ultimately to go to work for a television station, which was surely more educational than graduate school. Didn’t start painting till I was 40 … and not really professionally for several years later.
On the table you can see images of Roxy … today I'm starting a fairly large, classical (formal) portrait. Going to try to activate the surroundings with energetic patterns and colors … but not so garish as to spoil the Classical Mood ... thinking of the subject’s surroundings as wall paper, but still suggesting an interior space … something meeting in the middle. Well, at least that's the plan.
