Sunday, June 10, 2012

Sunday Memories: Portrait


Jutta says it grew from a Matisse portrait of his wife she pondered at through her now dimmed-eyes.

But I remember hours in her kitchen, an old blue sweater covering a life only a twenty-something kid could survive.

Now it hangs in the Spring Salon at the gallery she, with a whole bunch of other artists, made sure became a home to art.


Anonymous said...

It's odd...even though there's no face I keep keeping a blurred vision of features.

c.o. moed said...

And when I stand close to the painting, I see textures that evoke an emotional landscape. It's an extraordinary painting. Thank you so much for enjoying it. I will let Jutta know!