Me with my dad (reworked)
Acrylic on wood 8" x 8" Not for Sale
Picking up the "Not the Sheila I know" theme again after my flirtation with the south of France. I am aware that this painting may look rather strange above the Villefranche bay one. I have stopped worrying about different styles emerging. I saw works by Matisse and Picasso whilst I was away which demonstrated a variety of styles each. Think I'll just go with the flow.
Anyway, on to my dad. He was a shoe repairer. He was also a bit of a poet and he loved to read. He was a quiet man and was sadly killed in a road accident forty odd years ago. I think this is the only photo I have of him with me as a baby. There he is in his nice smart suit and me looking like a little scruff as usual.
This painting is number 8 in the "Not the Sheila I know" series. I have reworked this since first posting it. I had the urge to "realise" it more. I'm learning that there is always some reason behind these "urges" and you have to learn to listen to them.
posted by Sheila Vaughan at 2:55 AM
6 Comments:
Sheila your latest work is amazing! What is in your drinking water? You have absolutely hit your stride. It's wonderful that you no longer give a fig's ass about "consistency" or "continuity" or branding or whatever you call it. You have a wonderful curiousness + insightfulness + it's so coming through. Absolutely gorgeous work!
Really nice to hear that Edith. What's in my drinking water? A few pinches of "life's too short" maybe :-D
Really really good, spot on.
Thanks Simon.
Wow, I just discovered you tonight and I love your work and your stories. The pictures of you with your parents and neighbor are priceless. I can't to see more! Jane, USA
Thanks Jane for your kind comments.
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