The way the painting has crackled around the woman’s face it appears as a non threatening spider web, or a touch of mystical wonder? Fascinating to me. The crackling gives the painting a new story a curious perspective and dimension. My friend Gina bought it in Paris this weekend.
Later as I was walking around the brocante I heard a familiar laugh it caught me by surprise. I instantly turned around to see who it was but did not recognize anyone in particular, then a French man spoke and even though he wasn’t speaking English his voice was exactly like my Father’s. I closed my eyes and smiled imagining my Father at the brocante and then teared up with missing him.
Layers of wonder beyond the surface.
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