As many of you know, I am the co-owner of a summer day camp. This is our 25th summer!
Due to my long summer camp days, I am finding that lately I have neither the time nor the energy to get to my studio. This will be the case until my camp ends at the end of August. Saying this does not mean, however, that I am abandoning my art. That would be impossible, unthinkable. I live in the beautiful city of Philadelphia and ride a train to and from camp where I am inspired daily by the beauty that surrounds me. Equipped with my handy-dandy iPhone camera, I can’t stop taking pictures. I will continue to share these, my summer art, on my facebook art page and here on my blog. I hope you enjoy seeing them as much as I enjoy taking them.
I have been painting homes and buildings. My latest pieces are homes I find while walking around center city Philadelphia. This house has an interesting story. When I was 16, I had my 4 wisdom teeth out at one time. In those days, the late 60’s you had to stay in the hospital for this. It wasn’t out-patient how it is these days.
While in the hospital I had a room-mate, someone who was married and older than me. We did become friendly and she invited me to her home on 18th street around the corner from Rittenhouse Square. I remember falling in love with the house and with them. I thought it was so cool to have older friends (early 30’s) and that they paid attention to me. Both she and her husband were artists. I was fascinated with their studios and their art. I kept in touch with them until I left to go back to Argentina to Art School.
Walking around the other day I passed by the house. This was the house where my room-mate lived. I took some pictures and painted this piece from the photo. I am planning to use it as one of my paintings on my 2015 calendar.
As promised last week I will be posting a painting-A-week starting today.
There is a story behind this painting:
About 2 weeks ago I drove by our old house … the one we lived in while the kids where growing up…the one on “the best street in the city” according to a former neighbor and friend. But…I was a bit disappointed to see that the new owners painted it a red color and took down some of our beautiful plants that had grown so nicely. It was sad to see them gone…and to see the other changes like the color. We did move about 8 years ago…and the nerve of these people to change everything. It’s funny how much we don’t like change.
Last week for my 1st painting-A-week I decided to paint our beautiful Wellesley Road home.
Following is a photo I took of the house on that day:
It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home. ~Author Unknown
I had to think long and hard to find my favorite “N” word. It didn’t just come to me like with other letters.
I was happy to come up with the word “Neighborhood” :
an area within a city or town that has some distinctive features (especially one forming a community); “an ethnic neighborhood”
A neighborhood or neighbourhood (see spelling differences) is a geographically localized community within a larger city, town or suburb. Neighborhoods are often social communities with considerable face-to-face interaction among members.
And thinking about the word neighborhood I got these long ago memories of Mr. Rogers and his song: “Won’t you be my neighbor?”.