Someone special.

Saying goodbye is always hard. And even harder, when you’re the one staying behind. We said goodbye to very good friends last week who returned to their home country after many years here in France.  For now I’m  sad, but tomorrow or the day after or next week, all will be OK again and I will start planning our visit to Australia. A friendship with such deep roots, cannot be pulled out.

…may the road always rise up to meet you…

goodbye

Sometimes people come into our lives who leave a distinct impression, who change our lives for the better and we only realize it much later.

Joanna came into mine years ago and added so much richness to my life, which I only fully realize now. We were so different, yet shared so much. We were tolerant und understanding of those differences and appreciated the uniqueness of each of our personalities. Those differences even started  rubbing off, making us enjoy what we’ve previously disliked.  We were frequently off to les brocantes, searching for rose coloured glass for her and old stuff for me. We would stroll through nursery gardens and rescue half dead plants  to see them bloom in our gardens the next season. We had lunches in little hamlets and drove all the wayout for a chocolate dessert. We “coffieed and caked” whenever the opportunity showed itself. We disagreed on movies and cracked up with Mamma mia. I tagged along in her search for clothing and she told me to wear brighter colours. I listened patiently when she ranted about Air France and she got me out of bed when I was depressed. I supported her in her cardmaking and she constantly encouraged me in my art. We baked tarte tatin and searched for new pressed veggie juice recipes.

She saw me when I was happy and gay and handed me the tissues when the world was all wrong. She saw my house when it was sparkling and smelling of roses and she washed my dishes when it started crawling out the door. I saw her when she was beautifully coiffed and I saw her when she was digging up the garden. I saw her when she went through chemo and I saw her when we celebrated her first clear check up and we laughingly celebrated with a coffee and cupcake. She pulled weeds from my garden while she was sick and I prepared dinners for those difficult chemo times. I took photos of her without her hair and we played around with wigs and bandanas. I took photos of her after her hair had grown back and we laughed about the impact of time.

Thinking of Joanna makes me smile. She talks a lot, she jokes a lot, she teases a lot,  she laughs alot. She turns passivity into action. She can’t grow old for her spirit is too young. Like her,  I want to laugh a lot and joke a lot and tease and I also don’t want to grow old, because my spirit will be too young.

Clowns

I sat around a coffee inTours the other day, then still the Old Year, waiting for our youngest who got her hair trimmed. All around me in the brasserie hung these clowns along with clown paintings. They made me giggle. A clown does that. And they make me sad. But these clowns can’t make me sad.  Because they aren’t real. And because it was the last day of the Old Year. I didn’t want to end the year sad and I want this year to be filled with much more laughter. I didn’t laugh enough in the previous one. And so the clowns worked their way into my moleskine.

May we all have a year overflowing with good, old fashioned,  unashamedly wild laughter and may we laugh the hardest at ourselves.

…haaa ha ha ha ha ha!…

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Sketches in moleskine, pen and watercolour.

In the limelight

I finally finished this oilpainting. It took my some time though. I can’t say how long…too embarressing. I have been sidetracked by unimportant things for a while there, hopefully I’m back on track now. (Click on the image to enlarge)
I love working in oil and I enjoy using it “dramatically”. It is not a medium where I wish to be delicate and thoughtful and now I don’t mean being disrespectful to it either by being sloppy and messy. Since oil is such a wonderful medium to push around with your brush, or knife as in this case, I enjoy going for extremes, where the endresults aren’t always “pretty” or even pleasing to the eye, but where a lot of telling and emotion is conveyed to the viewer.
This was done from a series of photographs I took at a dance one evening.

oil with painting knives on canvas.

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65 cm x 81 cm

 

7 comments:

Lindsay said…
You have a very expressive brush! Lovely drama and intemacy in this one.
March 24, 2007 2:35 PM  
Carole said…
I love this type of painting – lively, expressive, colourful and emotional. Sorry I can’t help on the blogger problem, as I gave up on blogger when the beta version gave me huge headaches!
March 24, 2007 6:14 PM  
Teri C said…
Gosh, it’s great and looks like it was fun to do.
March 24, 2007 7:17 PM  
E-J said…
I have dabbled in oils and find them very challenging. I like your use of the medium, and I don’t see this as being sloppy or messy.The couple have such sweet faces!
March 24, 2007 10:39 PM  
casey said…
Congratulations on getting this done! It looks great, Ronell!
March 25, 2007 5:41 PM  
Ujwala said…
I like your style and this painting very much!
March 26, 2007 5:56 AM  
Africantapestry said…
thanks for the nice comments, everyone…oil is very close to my heart and the good thoughts here are wonderful encouragements!
Ronell