"Better Days"
9X12
oil
I confess that I don't actually know what the title of this piece is. Yes...I painted it. But it's in a gallery in Maine, and I'm sure the owner has thought of a much more romantic title to bestow upon it. But I'll give myself a little license (artistic, that is), as the painter of said piece, to confer upon it a title that fits my topic and mood for the day.
It could be a sunset. It could be a sunrise. "Better Days" could imply the hope for an end to a ragged patch, with the prospect of better days to come. Or...as in a sunrise, it could convey that "Better Days" are already in progress, with the expectation of a glorious day. I'm not altogether sure which of these scenarios actually applies to my current disposition. It's probably a little of both.
Things are going pretty well for me in regard to my art. I've had a good month...with (hopefully) the beginnings of a good working relationship with a new gallery. Sunrise, expecting more good things to come. But...
There's always a but. Maybe some people have no buts. No...I don't mean butts, though that is also true. Some people have no butts. But I am not one of them. In either connotation. I suppose that a lot of my current buts are age-related. My remaining parent is, presumably, near the end of her life. A few months? A year? Two years? And it's not a quality life. Sunset. Sunset with remnants of battered and broken fences, but with the hope of better things to come. Heaven is within grasp.
But then, I guess that's just how life is for most of us. There's usually a but or two. I just got a promotion with a big raise!!! But my laptop died. So I suppose if we tap into our inner-Pollyannas, we can just be happy we got a raise...so that we can make a down payment on a new, fancier laptop. Apply example accordingly.
And both views of "Better Days", the painting, or "Better Days", the state of mind, impose a certain hope. Both sunrises and sunsets are beautiful and hopeful. What a gorgeous sunset...it's almost time for Shark Tank! Or What a nice sunrise...time for a nice cup of coffee. I think I'll get dressed and go over to Coffee Love and see who's there.
As for people with no butts...I really don't know what to say to you.
This comment is anonymous because I do not know how to sign in. Possibly the mosquito truck spray affected my intelligence quotient too. on In the Old Days...
If it makes you feel better, I had great difficulty publishing your comment. Maybe it's not us, Anonymous. Maybe it's "them". Young whippersnappers...
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