My most meaningful work for this last week was a painting I did of my grandparents summer house in Björknäs, Sweden. My mother took us to Sweden when I was 12. My grandparents had an apartment in Stockholm, but in the summer they lived in their summer place in the country complete with an outhouse and great big cast iron pot with which to do laundry. I was fascinated watching my grandmother heat water to a boil in that big pot, and wash the clothes with a big wooden stick and lye soap. Then after rinsing she hung everything on the line, and it all smelled so incredibly clean. My grandfather had a garden, and we ate potatoes everyday that he had dug up from his amazing vegetable patch. My grandmother would make hot chocolate for my brother and me in the morning and we would dip her homemade bread in it. Unforgettably delicious!
Here are some of the other paintings from the last week. If you haven't seen the first three weeks they are posted in the previous blogs here. Take a look. Tell me what you think. I love comments.
Here are some of the other paintings from the last week. If you haven't seen the first three weeks they are posted in the previous blogs here. Take a look. Tell me what you think. I love comments.
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