Friday, April 18, 2014

Annabelle's Dolly


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:

Annabelle’s Dolly

Annabelle’s dolly lives in a train.
You may think that odd, but it’s really quite sane.
The train needs no rails, nor wheels, roads or wings.
But in it, her dolly can do anything!

She travels the world and explores foreign lands.
She tries out new things and finds out “I can!”
She laughs and has fun and enjoys every minute.
She savors the world and everything in it.

Annabelle’s dolly lives in a train.
You may think that’s odd, but it’s really quite sane.
The train is her transport to worlds beyond.
Exploring and learning from dusk until dawn.


Maybe it's not great art.  Nor is it great poetry.  But it's inspired by a great little girl. 
 
We love you, Annabelle!