Open the window to a different view

If I were a young writer searching for my voice would you listen and comment on my veracity in tone and text?
I could be standing on the stone in the river watching the river move slowly on. I could watch and tell you of the upstream... the otters, the arching willows, trout
sleeping in dark pools. no, I could not see the rapids and the waterfall, a few miles further on.
I am downstream, looking back at the beautiful falls; the river pounding on the slippery rocks under the foaming water. I stand on a sandy beach eroding as I watch the falls.
I am old, I remember clinging to the rock above the falls. I remember how the current of time swept me down stream and the only mercy was the rock I could cling to as I listened to the crashing river.

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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Rare Peonies


Vase with Peonies
Paris, Summer 1886
Oil on canvas54x43cm
Privately owned
(Sotheby’s Auction
London 3/12/1983


Six pink & rose tinted Japanese peonies in an oval white vase sit on a slightly suggested surface in a dark room. The shadows suggest light from the upper left of middle, back light. The flowers drip with their luxurious heavy heads bent almost apologizing for their beauty. This may be one of the most indulgent of Vincent’s canvases. It has the lush feeling of June in Paris. The peony is a sophisticated choice it is not a wild flower but an expensive plant grown in wealthy gardens. This Japanese variety is still rather rare. They were grown in a aristocratic garden. If I didn’t know for a fact that Vincent hated the financial aspect of the art world I would guess he painted this for a bourgeois market. It is a lovely painting and has little of the haunting questions and uncomfortable emotional turmoil one sees so often in Vincent’s work. It is the recording of just some breathtaking fashionable flowers, bowing in modesty. I was not surprised to notice it is in a private collection.    

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