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| Daddy's Home 11 x 14 oil on linen panel |
When I turn the corner to get to my house, the evening light on my neighbors home just takes my breadth away. I think of Maxfield Parrrish and the rich color palette that he was famous for . I look forward each evening to see how the the cast shadows create a sense of drama against a golden light. When I see my neighbors truck parked there , it reminded me of when I was a boy and after a wild afternoon of bicycling all over town I would approach my home and if I would see a a truck in our driveway it meant that dad was home. And it possibly meant that I was in trouble.
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Lovely painting, Frank.... It has a really nice warm feeling to it.
ReplyDeleteNice story..... Were you in trouble all THAT much????
Boy did you catch that "golden hour". Nice!
ReplyDeleteWon't even touch the in trouble, dad's home part, yuck. Going to my happy place now!
Yes i was!
ReplyDeleteFunny how thing can trigger memories, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteSplendid colors!
ReplyDeleteAnd I definitely believe you were often in trouble! :-)
DebbieLynne .... you know me to well! Blessings to you.
ReplyDeleteMary ... More and more I get flashbacks fro the past. I am steadily developing a twitch. ;v)
ReplyDeletebeautiful color!
ReplyDeleteLike this one a lot. It's a challenge to find (or create!) good paintings out of white-bread suburbia subject matter, I think. You did it.
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