A couple of weeks ago in oil painting class, the professor decided to do something novel. There is always a still life or two set up for each class. This week the stands were empty. The challenge was to go into the object room, select objects and set up our own still life to paint.
While my classmates found wine bottles, shiny pitchers, fabric and the like, I was attracted to a broken wooden toy train and a smudged baby doll. (Did I mention that I became a grandfather recently?)
The train was missing a wheel, but I found a toy frying pan just the right height to prop it up from behind. I stuffed the dolly in the coal car and went at it for most of the four-hour class. Here's the result.
Later, Marcia suggested I write a poem to go with it. So I did:
Maybe it's not great art. Nor is it great poetry. But it's inspired by a great little girl.
We love you, Annabelle!