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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

My Great-Grandmother's Painting




This is the painting by my great-grandmother Ella Valentine Fry. We found it in the attic. There's some pigment worn away in the center, but otherwise it seems to be retaining its color. Any ideas for a title for?

It looks Moorish or Spanish, doesn't it? Or maybe a scene from a Bollywood fantasy.

11 comments:

Vicki Lane said...

Makes me think of Lorca and "Cordoba, lejana y sola . . ."

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Vicki, one of my favorites. I have it in a poem.

Evening Light Writer said...

This is lovely, what a wonderful find for you! I keep thinking of the first stanza of a Pablo Neruda poem that I adore:

"Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands."

As for a title, I'm at a loss! Thanks for posting it though, I enjoyed it.

DeadMule said...

Castle Beneath a Fish-Hook Sky.

Susan M. Bell said...

Castle Sunset...maybe?

Beautiful painting.

James Hogan said...

"All Other Ground is Sinking Sand"

Nancy Simpson said...

Kay

It is Out of this world.

"Dawn at the Alhambra."

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Wow, how can I choose among these titles? And those Neruda lines knock my socks off. Alhambra, castles, fish-hook sky (now there's an image!), sinking sand...I'm going to think about all of these. Maybe I'll write poems from each title.

Jane said...

La Vida es suena" Miguel de Unamuna. (I can't type a tilde in suena!) Life is the dream.

Jane said...

Duh, I can spell Unamuno. I just can't type.

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Jane, I had to read La Vida Es Sueno in my adv. Spanish class. What a coincidence that you mentioned this. That title has always haunted me. And I'm wondering is Sueno might be the title for this--it's completely different from anything my gr-grandmother painted. Like another world. Dreamtime.