CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ON CANVASS

PRECIOUS AND PRICELESS

My Uncle Furman’s home was called Horseshoe Farm and it was a grand place in the Valley Community of Hendersonville, North Carolina where I was born and spent much of my childhood. Like most of you, recollections like these are always comforting. Who says nostalgia isn’t wonderful?



"SELLING HORSESHOE FARM"

Customs and folkways disappear a little with new generations, but art is one way of revisiting and even recapturing life as it once was. Your experiences will, of course, be different than mine. However, I’ve discovered that there are certain threads that do tie us together. When I see a paining or an old photograph that depicts days from the rural countryside, particularly from the Blue Ridge Mountains, I feel a tug at the heartstrings, a longing to return.

I cannot do that except by painting what I remember and enjoying the smile that these scenes bring to a stranger’s face.

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Next time: some Thanksgiving memories. Can’t you smell dinner cooking?

Olivia Thomason bigoart1@yahoo.com