Friday, March 30, 2012
Rescue Me 30 X 40 acrylic, oil crayon, ink, and charcoal
When I was about fifteen my father, who had always dreamed of having his own boat, bought an old wood-hull sailboat and reburbished it out in our carport. It was named "Grass" because it was solid green, from sail to stern, and it was a sight out on the big lake where he kept it. He taught me and my sister to rig the boat, and he would time us to see how fast we could get the mainsail and the jib up. I secretly thought think this was just his way of getting the sails up without breaking a sweat in that hot Mississippi sun. He was big on timing things in those days. He would sail out to the middle of the resevoir and throw us off the back of the boat to see how long it took him to come about and perform a rescue. Fortunately, we were good swimmers and we'd tread water until he came back to get us. I've always known I would paint a picture of this memory, but I thought it would be more representational, but this is what happened instead. Look closely and I think you can see us laughing and splashing each other, until Daddy comes back around.
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