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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Remembrance -The Pink Chair Project #13 - "Shelter"

Oil on Canvas

Available for delayed sale (see below)

I live too far from my home town to have been much help during my mother and father’s aging issues and final illnesses. My sister Georgie has been the rock and center of the family, the guard dog if something threatens, the news gatherer and communicator, and the warm home we gather in when we are together to celebrate. She has put in countless hours and more energy than anyone has in order to be there for our parents. This piece honors her work on behalf of Mom. It depicts The Poet’s Garden, part of Highland Park in Rochester, NY. Mom and I both loved the Poet’s Garden. It is a wonderful woodland setting with poems carved in the benches and tall trees and lush green. When my husband and I took our summer trip to Rochester, we went to the garden with Georgie to take photographs. It was raining, a soft misty summer rain. I was taken with this scene, where my sister held Mom’s pink umbrella under the wrought iron archway at the exit. Shelter here is represented at three levels: The shelter of the massive trees and the ironwork; the shelter of the umbrella, but mostly, the security that Mom had because she was sheltered by Georgie against anything that would harm her.

I am now sharing my current show with my readers and daily paintworks viewers. This show is currently traveling and will be available for purchase after the travel is completed, around mid-2014. Paintings may be held until then with a 10% down payment. E-mail me or see my pink chair project blog, for details

This exhibit tells the story about painting a pink plastic Adirondack chair. The chair represents my mother, Carolyn Elizabeth Pedersen Schulte, of Rochester, NY, who passed on June 5th, 2011. She was a wonderful woman, full of love for everyone around her, and she loved this bright color pink. She was proud of me as an artist and would love what I am doing. I take the chair to favorite places of hers and to places or situations I know she would have liked. It is a way for me to grieve and to celebrate her life. I talk to her as I paint and make sure that she would want to be where the chair has been placed. 

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