Neil, you wouldn't believe what this stirs up for me. There was a neighborhood lady who was a survivor of the concentration camps in Aushwitz and she was so nice to me. Obsessed even. She always tossed candy out of her 3rd floor window down in the alley to me. One day she told me to come upstairs, and I did.I think I was 5 or 6 years old. She made me wash my hands, sat me down at the kitchen table and offered me mouldy oranges. I'll never forget it. Then she took me to another room and there were toy tables with place settings for her cats. The twist to this day is she wouldn't let me out of her house. She kept referring to me as "my baby, my baby." I could hear my mother calling me from down the alleyway. My friends told my parents where I was and of course the police came and took her away. I begged them to be nice to her because she didn't hurt me. Many years later I realized I most likely resembled her daughter who was probably put to death at the camps. I don't know what happened to her, but I do know I'll never forget her. Wow. I'd say this is a powerful painting!
Great painting! I like the style.Nice modern academic slant to it. At school I used to haunt the giant laser disk library on hot summer days. I really loved the collection of cezanne documentaries. That guy doesn't get enough love from the art community. He is every bit as influential as picasso and more smart.
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Sounds like Chinatown. I wonder what the rest of the quote says.
Oh, and beautiful work as always.
Neil, you wouldn't believe what this stirs up for me. There was a neighborhood lady who was a survivor of the concentration camps in Aushwitz and she was so nice to me. Obsessed even. She always tossed candy out of her 3rd floor window down in the alley to me. One day she told me to come upstairs, and I did.I think I was 5 or 6 years old. She made me wash my hands, sat me down at the kitchen table and offered me mouldy oranges. I'll never forget it. Then she took me to another room and there were toy tables with place settings for her cats. The twist to this day is she wouldn't let me out of her house. She kept referring to me as "my baby, my baby." I could hear my mother calling me from down the alleyway. My friends told my parents where I was and of course the police came and took her away. I begged them to be nice to her because she didn't hurt me. Many years later I realized I most likely resembled her daughter who was probably put to death at the camps. I don't know what happened to her, but I do know I'll never forget her. Wow. I'd say this is a powerful painting!
Very nice piece. Like the composition and technique.
A beautiful image! Well done.
Your work amazes, confounds, delights. Wow!
This is gorgeous. Really lovely, vibrant color and design. Nice work.
Great painting! I like the style.Nice modern academic slant to it. At school I used to haunt the giant laser disk library on hot summer days. I really loved the collection of cezanne documentaries. That guy doesn't get enough love from the art community. He is every bit as influential as picasso and more smart.
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Beautiful. Love the complementary colours and the negative space. Yummy to the eye!
Great!!
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