Anisette Studio

The next pastel painting. Simple but elegant. Now to pull it off.

So far. I am think8ng of tiles behind it. Thinking on this. But first to contue my study of this composition.

I kept thinking tiles. Tiles like there was in a kitchen when I was a toddler in Appleton, Maine. We lived on a farm there. There was a small house below the farm. Cows, the barn, patures with apple trees. A large green two story chicken house. A beautiful farmhouse with black shudders. A road that lead you b ear a pond. A walk with my mother, her younger sister and me in a stroller. Them telling me to lay down, they hid on me, and I stood up to find them. Didn’t see them. Got mad at them, was climbing out to go home on my own when they showed up. Children are not stupid. I a k ways wondered why they did that. Memories lead us places and come with questions that are not always answerable. Old metal pitchers and shaped glasses from the past. Art that facilitates.

Best wishes! Pejj