Painting #20 - Cherries
7" x 5"
Oil on Canvasboard
SOLD
7.13.12
When the people next door dragged their Christmas tree into the side yard and it sat for six months, it seemed a bit rustic. When it sat for a whole year, they graduated to trailer park status. But when the following year's Christmas tree, complete with strings of lights still attached, joined the dried out tree from the previous year, I knew that they had truly graduated to White Trash. We lost the White Trash Neighbors about six months ago when they finally abandoned the house. Although it's not so much that we lost our White Trash neighbors, but that we gained the giant cherry tree in what used to be their back yard. At first we just picked the ones that hung over our side of the fence. But finally, when I realized that the cherries were dropping, overripe, into the waist-high grass beyond the fence, I decided to take the matter into my own hands. Molly and I went over with a step ladder and picked more fresh cherries than I've ever seen in one place at one time. Plain cherries, cherry cobbler, cherry almond ice cream, we've enjoyed them in a variety of ways - it's been a veritable cherry fest around here. And now the very last of them are here in a white ceramic bowl by the kitchen sink.
7" x 5"
Oil on Canvasboard
SOLD
7.13.12
When the people next door dragged their Christmas tree into the side yard and it sat for six months, it seemed a bit rustic. When it sat for a whole year, they graduated to trailer park status. But when the following year's Christmas tree, complete with strings of lights still attached, joined the dried out tree from the previous year, I knew that they had truly graduated to White Trash. We lost the White Trash Neighbors about six months ago when they finally abandoned the house. Although it's not so much that we lost our White Trash neighbors, but that we gained the giant cherry tree in what used to be their back yard. At first we just picked the ones that hung over our side of the fence. But finally, when I realized that the cherries were dropping, overripe, into the waist-high grass beyond the fence, I decided to take the matter into my own hands. Molly and I went over with a step ladder and picked more fresh cherries than I've ever seen in one place at one time. Plain cherries, cherry cobbler, cherry almond ice cream, we've enjoyed them in a variety of ways - it's been a veritable cherry fest around here. And now the very last of them are here in a white ceramic bowl by the kitchen sink.
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