I had just gotten married, packed up my Boston studio and returned to live in the same village I had lived in, when on the Fulbright Grant in 1996/98. I lived in a rustic "house of character" with a lovely garden brimming with flowers, fruit trees, grapevine trellises and a grand old walnut tree. Typical of this village, the yard was enclosed by stone walls capped with russet ceramic shingles.
The first winter was a particularly harsh one. My living space was tiny and heated by a wooden stove. I squeezed the garden table inside to double as my work surface and the dinner table.
These paintings on paper were made during that first winter, on that garden table, peering through a half shuttered window into an arena of comings and goings, passages of snowfalls and snow-melts, fleeting strains of balkan music and snatches of conversations collecting and dispersing and, of course, the whispers of ghosts and memories.
Images above: 9" x 7.5" (inches)
Images below: 7.5" x 9" (inches)
Hi Nadine,
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I don't know much about art, "nice" is the best I can come up with...for now :).
Hi Greenlava! Thanks for looking! and more in the works. Thank you so much for your help. ciao for now.
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