Still life of a still life.
I’ve posted this before sometime ago.
This is the second painting my father completed way back in the 20th century. I think England may have just won the World Cup! For this piece he used only a palette knife and for only the second ‘go’ I think he did a pretty good job.
It was painted while we were living in married quarters during his time with the RAF.
They had an art class going on the base and dad thought he’d like to attend.
Well, one painting became two became three became lots and lots! As newer ones arrived, older ones were taken down from the walls and put into storage.
On a visit home one year I came across this, unframed, behind a chest of drawers on the landing.
”I wondered where that old thing was,” said my father when I brought it down stairs.
”May I take it back (to Jo’burg)?”
”Sure, why not.”
So I did, and framed it, and hung it on one wall in my office.
And talking of still life (in the old dog). Dad turns 86 next year!