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The Red Chair

This is a painting I struggled with for years. I was touched by the sentiment of the place (my husband and I were together in a precious village in Maine) and I loved the light pouring in. The original setting and painting had two chairs, and I was in love with the sentiment of that, as well.

Over time, I realized that both chairs didn't serve the design of the work. And my larger goals were changing on another level. I found myself taken with my own still-nebulous theory about subject matter's "presence" -- something I can best describe as a mashup of emotion, spirituality, and memory. Oh yes, and Bonnard was (and is) in my heart. Since starting the painting, my brush-wielding skills had improved and importantly, my confidence was beginning to sparkle occasionally. Here's what I got, and I framed it.


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