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Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Gateways to memories

Precious Memories," 5 x 7 rough press paper
Gates speak to me, including an old one out in the country northeast of the city I passed on a drive this week.
Don't know why, but they attract my attention and fire my imagination. If you search "gates" on this blog, you'll find many watercolors and articles over the years.
So many untold stories...maybe that's it. Perhaps the obvious metaphors. And somewhere, memories.
I'm reminded of the words from the old Gospel song, "Precious Memories."
"Precious memories how they linger
How they ever flood my soul..."
Memories add texture to our lives, and the more years, the more memories, the more texture.
Today's reaction to that aged gate I saw is broken down, a decaying farm house in the background, now only an opening to memories. Thus the rough texture paper, and an experiment in color, bringing texture to our lives, even when the memories grow dim with age.

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