Saturday, January 15, 2011

Angels In Training

Having convinced our mother that socializing with friends after school stimulated serious study, homework became less painful - to us, but not to the walls and furnishings.

The painting on the wall (rendered askew by the head-stander) was hung there not only to cover weathered plaster cracks but also to serve as an example of angels helping each other with book-learning.  Pa’s visible belt on the couch served as a reminder of punishment for disillusionment.

We ignored the signs:  our black cat ominously observing from the other end of the couch, and the brown one – our top mouse-catcher – streaking for cover.  We were on a path of innovative home work:  angels in training for flight wings.





Oil  40" x 30"
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2 comments:

Mike said...

Great painting Dad!

It seems your imagination has really been running wild lately, because I know any painting in which you have friends clearly isn't drawn from memory...

Neil Toulch said...

Mike, many thanks for your compliments.

This was the sixties, before cell-phones and internet "FRIENDS". My paintings are drawn from memory and are as autobiographical as can be a half-century later.

Love, your Dad