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| Actually it is a painting I did of people I photographed. But they could be my family. they appear to be be fun-loving and fond of the water. I am both. I could love them...if I knew who they were. |
Friday, December 27, 2013
A Love Letter To All My Hispanic Friends at Holiday Time. By Geniusofdespair
On Facebook my Hispanic friends post pictures of family parties, cousins, parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews and their children too. I envy their family loyalty but not having a party with 20+ people. I have seen my girlfriend's mother more than my 2 sisters. For the most part, I don't post anyone in my extended family on Facebook and spend very little time with them. I post things like Whitney Houston, Nina Simone and a few other things like that on Facebook. All unrelated to me. I am not very fond of most of my family (they don't read my blog so I am safe saying it), however, I guess it is time to post a family portrait of the ones I DO love:
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I find so much joy in this painting. I had to share it. these kids were so happy. It was at the Air Show. Planes were flying all around them and they were oblivious to everything except playing in the water. My kind of kids.
When are you going to have an art show? I love your painting of the ship. It is deep. . . .
This is a wonderful painting! Thanks - it makes me smile.
You make me laugh!
I would never have an art show. I paint for my own diversion.
Very nice, Genius. Do you work in acrylics?
Oil.
Great work.
Feliz Day, Genius. visit our swampspace on FB
I will be your Family. I am old, do not need money, and on occassion I will be your daddy
Well thanks Head Honcho but the last thing I need is a "daddy". But the not needing money part is a definite requirement for a relative.
Oh, the wonderful feelings you have & share when painting good subjects.This is love expressed; Love reflected in Love.
Riley
Thank you Riley glad you like my "family" portrait.
I love this one. It is breathing and living. Makes me remember the prickly-itchiness left behind when the salt water dried and waves pushing me backwards into the sand. Lots of summers spent at the shore.
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