Female figure contemplating life on the edge of bed in the morning with a poppy flower vase mountain
by Mendyz
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48.000 x 40.000 x 1.000 inches
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Title
Female figure contemplating life on the edge of bed in the morning with a poppy flower vase mountain
Artist
Mendyz
Medium
Painting - Acrylic On Canvas
Description
Female contemporary drawing and painting of a figure contemplating life on the edge of bed in the morning with a poppy flower ceramic vase mountain landscape in the vista beyond outside. Reminiscent of a story called The Poet's House, "I never saw my father cry," she said once to her mother, who was trying hard not to be cross because the girl had come home late again." But he always looked sad when I left for school." She smiled at him then; it was all right now that they were back together, even if they were just going down the road to his house, which meant nothing really except that there was no one else around. It seemed as if the sky were very blue today, or maybe the trees had turned yellow instead of green. The air smelled good. He was driving fast—she didn't mind—and she leaned against him, holding on tight. This was in the early 50s, and times felt fresh after so bleak a point in history. The wind whipping reminded him of the wind snapping at the tail end of his fighter in the sky. He fought the memories, and pushed them back down. This was a time to be idyllic, with the mountain in the distance, and the bread and breakfast inn coming up in the next twenty five minutes. He couldn't wait for the eggs Benedict's and the fresh squeezed orange juice. He was determined to give Marie the warmth and memories she deserved. He knew that she was traumatized by the war, filtering everything through the lens of her papa not coming home. But, the poppies were lush in the fields whizzing past. His eyes filled with tears as he remembered the beauty of those fields, and how his plane had been shot out from under him while flying over the lines. A burst of gunfire ripped through the sky like an explosion, and his plane fell into the field below. He felt the large roadster's engine shudder. They were so close to sitting on their beds and feeling the weight of the heavy down quilts. He pulled into the gravel lot and gave his keys to the red and gold jacketed teen. He would let him bring their suitcases in.
The smell of the lavender soap from the bathtub filled their nostrils as they stepped inside. He waved to his daughter and went into his room. Leaving her to sit alone on the bed. She drooped her head down, and dropped her chin to her chest. Her hair was still in a bun, high and tight. She could sense the majesty of the overlapping mountains, and feel the warmth coming off the gold and yellow textured walls of the bed and breakfast. Everything about this place made her feel safe and warm. It was as if she could almost hear the birds singing. It was as if someone was calling to her. As she sat there waiting, wondering what her daddy was doing, she heard something rustling behind her. Turning around quickly, she saw her father. He was standing there with his hands behind his back. A grin on his face. He thrust his hands forward with closed fists and nodded his head indicating she should choose a hand.
She tapped the one on the right. He opened his fingers as he rotated his wrist allowing her to glimpse the keys to his roadster. She looked up at him expectantly with eyes wide. Unbelieving that they were for her. "Take a ride, enjoy the freedom." She ran into his arms. "Welcome home daddy".
"Wash up, I'll see you in the dinning room, and then after lunch, you can go out for a drive with the top down. Go explore the countryside. I'll be here at the bed and breakfast when you get back. And we'll enjoy some dinner, dancing, and a glass of champaign. The war is over. I am home now."
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August 5th, 2022
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