Pencil, pastel, and drybrush
For years, I’ve said that the most evocative experiences (including eating, drinking, having sex, whatever.) are smelling slightly crushed/stroked tomato or geranium leaves. Both take me right back to age six or so..following an older relative around the garden or watering the porch plants. For various reasons, I associate both smells with older relatives (mostly females) and my childhood. Welcome to a Southern childhood….
This painting, which I finished this afternoon, shouldn’t need any supposed explanations. Suffice it to say that I haven’t eaten one of those store-sold tomatoes in at least fifteen years. a fresh tomato is one of life’s pure pleasures.