On June 23, 1964, after watching a French film on television that ended with the word «fin,» which means «the end,» he added the word to the painting
on his easel before going to bed.
Not exact matches
As simple meditations
on form and color, her canvases are frequently compared to the
easel - sized abstractions popular
before Abstract Expressionism emerged, and at first glance they seem unremarkably mundane.
On nice days, he tells me, he drags his
easel out and paints en plein air
before scraping back at the end of the day to prepare for the next onslaught.
His fresh, vigorous last painting, with its uncannily prescient «Fin» and jostling shapes and letters, left
on the
easel the day
before his death, ends the exhibition with a bang.
... i have always had maps in beautful frames hanging in my living room... they are of where my husband and i were born (mobile and atlanta)... where our children were born... where our sons now live... and the most important map of all... destin florida... where our grandson was born... they all looke beautiful and old... all i did was simple... went out to the car and tore out pages from the state road maps in the glove box... wadded the pages up... ironed them... dunked them in mixed instatnt coffee (anyone who has ever been a scout leader knows how to make those pirate maps look old)... blew them dry with the hair dryed and placed them in the frames... in my kithcen i have a framed google map from our grandson's house to our house... that was so at christmas santa would know where to find him... did the same thing with a map showing atlanta in 1873 (100 years
before our first son was born)... it is large...
on an
easel... everyone thinks it is an antique... all too long i know... but i love to tell about things i love... and i love families and maps... in that order!