Acrylic on canvas, 16X20 inches. A new piece, albeit a quick one (a day & a half).
Initial inspiration was the song Greyhound Girl
by Pete Townsend, but as usual, things become a thing unto themselves. You roll the Titanium dice, and they suddenly turn up Antimony...
But I digress.
As I was finishing I found myself remembering a house I lived in for about a year or so. I must have been 10 at the time. It was brick red stucco, and surrounded by the greenest trees that have ever been green. There was a long snaking concrete path that led from the porch to the driveway, and this became the stage for endless solitary hours of Hot Wheels play. To this day, summer (to me) is the smell of ripe grass and concrete baked in the sunlight. Sleepy afternoons, a grasshopper floundering in my glass of tea...
No idea why this particular image triggered that particular train of thought. Don't really care to know. But it did also bring a piece of music to mind that seems to fit the ambiance (sigh) of this piece: The Gnossienne No. 1 by Erik Satie. If interested, you can find it here [link]
Beguiling in his seeming simplicity, Satie was a master at capturing the inexpressible mood, the soul's dragonfly breath. God bless the French! (I wonder if they invented red stucco?)
From Townsend to Satie in a single bound. Dammit, I love this wacky world of painting.
Thanks for looking