I’ve been looking back over the posts I’ve made on this blog and realized that I’m not really fulfilling the purpose of the blog.
On day one I said “I plan to write a little about my art, my travels and maybe a little about life.” Looking back, I notice that the only explanation of the art is for the “A Friend of the Family” a painting I did for a friend of mine.
So, I intend to correct that error. Over the next few entries, I’ll talk about what inspired me to create some of the art I have already finished. Maybe even share some stories of the places in the work, or the places where the inspiration began.
One of paintings currently on display at the Redlands Art Association is “il vecchio ponte nel Parco Centrale” or “the Old Bridge in Central Park.”
At this time last year, I was on my way home from a trip I took with my mom (if you want to read the whole story it’s the “Trippin with Mom” blog). We stopped in New York for a few days at the end of the two week adventure, and on the last day mom was feeling pretty sick. Unfortunately we had to check out of the hotel several hours before our flight, which meant we were going to be hanging around NYC with mom being ill. I went to the front desk and asked if we could get a late check out, and was told we could delay it about an hour. After speaking with the manager on duty and explaining to her what the problem was, she arraigned for mom to be able to stay in the room until we needed to leave for the airport (Courtyard by Marriott, I highly recommend the Marriott chain, they are the best).
While mom rested, I went for a walk from the hotel in Times Square to the Metropolitan Museum. It was a typical cloudy November day in NYC; it rained a little, and was moderately cold. I remember feeling pretty good, in spite of the dismal weather. As I entered Central Park, I saw the old bridge. I took several photographs and based the painting on one.
I’ve been to New York several times now, and I have really enjoyed each of my visits, however, this one will always stand out from the rest. When I look at the painting, I’m reminded of the good feelings I had that day.
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