Monday, February 24, 2014

The Green






Me and my mom in 1955.



The oil pastels help me not to be TOO  anal about details.

They are too clunky to do much more than the basics.


In real life the door actually had windows.


I was surprised to see the windows in the old photograph

because in my memory the green was just

the colour through which I passed daily.



Things like windows and door knobs didn't

make it into my long term memory.


Just green.


Kind of nice, now that I think about it.







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