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The beach scenes were
the product of summers spent in Michigan as a child. I told
the stories of loving women who were my role models. The warmth
of the sun was a mirror of the warmth of the people-feelings
that still sustain me. It was a happy place in which to come
of age. We could flirt and laugh and still be within the shelter
of our extended family. Although a war was raging in Europe
we were able to escape to the warm sand and beautiful lake.
The men stayed in the city to work and we felt free in our women's
world. I still love it. |
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The Oriental drawings
are the result of a romance that I had with the beautifuil Japanese
fabrics. I can still remember that when I grew up every woman
had a kimono and that they embraced the style with pleasure
and comfort. Under these garments there was a release from the
under-pinnings of the day-time. I little bit sexy, but still
modest. And, above all, they were a treat to the eye. |
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The Spanish paintings
are a glimpse into my early attraction to the Spanish language.
(I was initially a Spanish major. My first degree was in Spanish
at Northwestern U. ) Again, the colors were attractive and warm.
I enjoyed painting the Flamenco dancers ( still do) and was
intrigues by the other-ness of the dancers. I was caught up
in the rhythms and the toughness of the performers. They were,
young or old, strong and they vibrated with life. |
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