I love your attention to process— the finding and sifting and sharing and interpreting of parental artifacts. Yet you have a light touch too. One’s parents are always sort of a mystery, or maybe even unknowable.
'Theirs (and my very different) quest for light and air' - followed by that airy lift of the darkest-toned boat speeding left in that reflection of sky and water in subtle corals and chromatic greys - how well your words work with that beautiful picture!
‘The visual feast of their lives’ is a beautiful phrase. So interesting what you say about the versions of us, the sense of movement and change and more to come, even while so much of us can be recognised.
I love your attention to process— finding, sifting, sharing, interpreting parental artifacts. Yet you have a light touch too. Maybe our parents are essentially unknowable to us.
I love your attention to process— the finding and sifting and sharing and interpreting of parental artifacts. Yet you have a light touch too. One’s parents are always sort of a mystery, or maybe even unknowable.
Lately, they’re quick sand.
'Theirs (and my very different) quest for light and air' - followed by that airy lift of the darkest-toned boat speeding left in that reflection of sky and water in subtle corals and chromatic greys - how well your words work with that beautiful picture!
Thank you, Bridget.
I so appreciate seeing both your parents' art, and the context in which you present it. Just beautiful. And thought-provoking.
Thank you, Amy
You are such a good writer Eliza.
Thank you, Andy
‘The visual feast of their lives’ is a beautiful phrase. So interesting what you say about the versions of us, the sense of movement and change and more to come, even while so much of us can be recognised.
Thank you, Bonnie
Lovely. And how chic your mother looks in that beautiful dress!
Yes, she was always pretty stylish :)
Oh, ha! I knew Eugene Carroll in his professorial guise at Vassar, where I majored in Art History.
That painting by your father has a whiff of Balthus.
Ha! How lovely you knew Eugene! And yes to Balthus. He loved Balthus.
More wonderful insights. I particularly love your final paragraph. More wonderful insights. The perch is indeed for all time!
Thank you, Wendy.
Sorry for repetition in my comment! Glitch in editing!
No worries!!
I love your attention to process— finding, sifting, sharing, interpreting parental artifacts. Yet you have a light touch too. Maybe our parents are essentially unknowable to us.