I’m still working on my painting of a Singer sewing machine. Today’s post is a look at the second panel of the work.
I’ve been working on another painting of a Singer sewing machine. It’s being done on two panels, one of the panels is pictured above.
We seem to be in one of those in-between times, trying to get that stalled out engine started, so we can get to where we long to go.
Today’s post is the finished version of “Phoebe’s Singer”. I’ve always loved the combination of the mechanical and the ornate that flows through the design of these sewing machines. This one held a place of honor in our family’s farmhouse kitchen. It was used to create or mend, and the rocking of its pedal provided much amusement for many a youngster (me included).
I’ve been working on a new acrylic painting of a Singer sewing machine. This noble bit of wood, steel, pedal, and pulley sat in our kitchen during most of my formative years.
Some seasons are for preparation, for sitting and waiting, and being ready for a chance to hit the high seas.
This is not my first go round with social isolation. When I was 13 I struggled through a bout of Rheumatic Fever. I was in the hospital for two months after which I was confined to our house for an additional two months. It was during this pre-internet era that I was forced to find a way to pass time when I couldn’t go outside. My mom bought me a fantastic set of markers, and they came in a tin case decorated with Van Gogh’s “Café Terrace at Night”. It was my first introduction to Fine Art. I loved those markers and I kept the tin long after the markers had run dry. Many springs have passed since that time, but it was there that the seeds were sown for a lifetime love of image-making.
The town’s slogan is “Montague the Beautiful” and sometimes it lives up to that lauded description.
Hoping everyone has a great Easter.