Still Life

Color. Energy. Whimsy.

Only my first flower still life painting is here today. My mother took it, framed it and hung it until moving from Buffalo to Ft. Lauderdale; she sent it to me then. "Still Life 1948," my first painting guided by a professional fine artist, records my first brush stroke made obvious by the pooling black ink of the first tulip I outlined. My line thinned as I continued to encompass the rest of the watercolor flowers, leaves and stems. At Parsons School of Design, several assignments involved the progression of candy bars as I consumed them in 1965.

My next still life arrived twenty years later. It was a left-handed oil pastel drawing of the chair from my father's first law office, a beat-up brown leather one that I at last had recovered in cream cloth.

In 1998, a second chair showed up in a bunch of right-handed doodles. I named it "The Storyteller's Chair" and realized it had been influenced by my sister's plaid and ruffled wing chairs. New "Storyteller's Chairs' came to be in 2008 and so far, 2009.

I'll never know if I would have painted beds were it not for Van Gogh. However, I do know that my Impossible Teapots series was inspired by an exhibition of traditional teapots.
Still Life 1948
Still Life 1948
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Critically Acclaimed Art by Colorist Patricia Obletz