Friday, August 15, 2008
This is a view of when I open my eyes in the morning. I think it's a wonderful scene to look at, but what makes is extremely special to me is the 2 floral paintings on the wall.
When I was young I remember my mother worked for an importer of art and frames called ArtLore in Manhattan. She was a bookkeeper for many years there.
My mother had a special flare about her especially her sense of color. I can remember her bright colored flower dresses, shoes and handbag to match. She always complained that her feet hurt but I think it was just an excuse to buy another pair of shoes. I know that one really well. It's probably where I got my shoe addiction.
Anyway, I can recall the walls of our apartment (we lived in the Bronx) were covered with these beautifully framed original oil paintings and these were my favorites.
My mother died going on 35 years now and these paintings are about the only physical things I have left from her. They're quite precious to me. I think maybe I'll get a small framed photo of my mother and hang it right along side of them...yes, I think I'll do that.
Love you, Mom....