Acrylic on wood- Daydreaming girl, but the actual title is 'making things happen'
I struggled with this one for a long time- I realise now that more often than not my* intuitive mind* is steps ahead of my* thinking mind*- I just have to learn to trust that- Making art then is truly a matter of exploring and inventing- a series of *unexpected events* not *things as usual*...
This one started off complete with little red riding hood and a big bad wolf, only to lose all the figures on the way and end up with just he bare shapes, which actually pleases me terribly-
This is playing- a favorite-
The desk is also a big favorite. It was made by my great-grandfather for my mother when she was a little girl.
He had it painted a very light blue which I might still paint it as well. Hmm.
When my great grandfather was a young, tall, handsome, blondish man (so I am told), he travelled in Northern Greece with a group of furniture makers. In a small town (which is now part of Bulgaria), he fell in love with a pretty, tiny woman who was a school teacher. When he asked her mothers' permission to marry her daughter, he was rejected, because he was *only a travelling craftsman*. So, he went to Istanbul and built himself a thriving furniture business which eventually became a factory.
He went back and married his sweetheart. They had six children. They lived until they were both over a hundred years old, and when he died she lay in bed and died a couple of months later.
So, I love this desk.