She Collected Teacupscollage, acrylic paint and conte on canvas
60.9x50.8cm (24"x20")
p.s. I have all her table clothes and now use them on my own kitchen table.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
She Collected Teacups
Bob's mum collected teacups. The pretty old English bone china type and she kept them in her china cabinet. When she died no-one in the family wanted them and they ended up in a cardboard box that Bob rescued and brought home. I adore them and I treasure them. They remind me of her. She always had a table cloth on her kitchen table and whenever we dropped by we would sit in the kitchen at the table. The table was in front of the window and you could see her plants that grew down the side of the house. There was a particular shrub there that had the most glorious lemon scented leaves. I still have some of those leaves, dried in some potpourri. Anyway I'm getting away from the story. We would sit at the table and she would make a cup of tea. Bob would drink his tea and then go and do some odd job. It was then that she would tell me some interesting story. My favourite story was her re-count of the end of World War 2. She told me how there was dancing in the street and people everywhere filled with joy. She described everything, the sounds, the feelings, the sights and it was as if I was there. I always felt like she knew everything. If I wanted to know something I would ring her and ask and she always knew the answer. I miss her dearly and I miss our chats at the kitchen table. The teacups I have painted aren't exactly old English bone china but I did use them as the model.
She Collected Teacups
She Collected Teacups
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Oh Uta! I know she is smiling at you with those tea cups. That is such a nice story. Reminds me of "A Cup Of Christmas Tea" by Tom Hegg. Are you familiar with that Christmas book? They read it at one of the Christmas Teas at The Center every year.
you've done it again, Sharing a story with us in a way you could only do. I love the way you describe it to. Remember when JC talked about our Mp's pages and write about everything in detail and how great that was to pull all that out. Randy walked by with his cup of coffee and I read you post to him and he describes it as the colors you don't see anymore are what you are sharing. hmmmm some good deep thinking is aroused by this all. I think it's taking on alife of it's own and you have to just follow along to find out how it all ends. You series has you honey and better follow along with it. I know am... no pressure just shear enjoyment. Keep it real and you will always share the passion.
Hi Uta,
Wow, each painting you do has such depth of meaning and memory. I wanted you to go on and on talking about this experience. And see how keeping the teacups and putting then into another form has kept all this alive for others (like us here) to enjoy. I wanted to smell the lemon scented leaves too, how cool you kept that memory alive as well.
You've made me start thinking about the "old" things I have saved over the years. They really do hold a lot of love in them, don't they?
Bev
P.S. Love how you stacked the teacups, interesting composition.
Hi Uta,
Wow, each painting you do has such depth of meaning and memory. I wanted you to go on and on talking about this experience. And see how keeping the teacups and putting then into another form has kept all this alive for others (like us here) to enjoy. I wanted to smell the lemon scented leaves too, how cool you kept that memory alive as well.
You've made me start thinking about the "old" things I have saved over the years. They really do hold a lot of love in them, don't they?
Bev
P.S. Love how you stacked the teacups, interesting composition.
Sorry Uta,
Hit the wrong button, I think I said enough in one post here.
Bev again
April, I'm not familiar with that book.
Laura, Randy seems to have an artist spirit in there. My work is taking on a life of its own and I'm loving the ride. I will continue to follow along and see where it leads me.
Bev, I just read somewhere (was it in Art and Fear?) that most art is autobiographical. The artists are just telling their story aren't they? Everyday objects seem to have an imprint of human daily life on them. The older they get the more is imprinted on them I reckon.
Thanks for all the lovely feed back ladies.
A wonderful tale and a wonderfully enchanting piece to go with it! Quite inspiring hearing that your creations are coming from such positive imprinting.
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