There have been days when I've poured myself into my family's needs; cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, listening, scheduling, etc. And there have been days when at then end of it, I feel invisible. No one has noticed, acknowledged, or really seen me. The author Barbara Pym has written about such excellent women who are taken for granted by the men around them though she does it with much more wit than I'll ever manage. That is the feeling that these red boots are conveying here. This oil painting is on a 24x36" board and is yet unnamed and unpriced.--note; since this blog was posted, this painting has since been painted over. The new Red Boots and Umbrella painting was also posted. You'll notice I defined the figure more in the new piece.
Here is Red Boots number three in the series. You might be surprised at how fun it is to draw and paint shoes. It's practially a staple in every art 101 class; draw a shoe. It's got volume, an interesting shape and ins and outs you don't really notice till you get in there and sculpt it out of paint. This scene is one I see daily in our mudroom. I'm still painting my red boot series and hope to have show of all the works in the next year or so.
I can harldy write about the emotional content of this painting so I won't. Tongue firmly in cheeek, I'll let you work out what this painting means on your own. I will say that it's a very pleasant challenge to feel that anything can be made beautiful by the painter's brush, even the lowly vacuum cleaner. 24x36" Oil on Board, still looking for the right title to this one. Suggestions welcome.
I actually saw this taking place on a summer's day at a park in Minneapolis. A young man with his back up against a tree while a group of women danced around him holding beautiful colored ribbons. It was wild and wonderful to watch as they lept and twirled on the sun dappled grass.
