I cleaned out the linen closet today. It was pretty tame, so it didn't take long. There was one set of sheets that I remember from high school. And the rest I remember as being part of my parents linens. And then the newer ones I didn't recognize at all.
After packing them all up for the Salvation Army, I noticed something shoved to the back of the closet behind an outcropping of wood where my Dad had fashioned a shelving unit in the bathroom on the other side of the wall.
It was one of his paintings.
I remember very well this painting. It's from 1975. The black velvet years. I rather liked this one. I thought the cheese and his fabrics always worked well. But in this one, the sad overtones are a little disturbing. Besides the obvious noose on the tree and the cheese board, the knife stuck into the wood where the wine shadow is - makes it look like a knife through the heart. What on earth happened in 1975?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Mystery #1
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