mjj (flemmings) wrote,

Josie across the street's family have been emptying her house and leaving Free To A Good Home items on the front lawn- sad things like giant plastic Christmas candles and creches from when her husband was still alive to decorate the front porch, and boxes of family comedy DVDs to cheer her insomniac nights, and uplifting religious books from before her eyes got too bad to read. (Someone took all the giant Christmas stuff, so that's a consolation.) They stripped the downstairs of its pale blue wallpaper covered in roses, the sort of thing a 90-something woman would feel at home in, especially one who lived in the downstairs, and took down the front room curtains and shades through which I'd see her light on at all hours.

But there was one oddity on the lawn- an impressionistic print of a woman riding a horse, on a stark white background, done in shades of blue and lavender-grey and old rose. It's so very not an Italian grandmother's taste: might be something her son brought from his own home when they moved in a year ago and decided he didn't care for. I know I've seen it in a store somewhere- I assume mass-produced, but there's no signature or any sign of what it is. I copped it for myself, partly as a souvenir, and partly, as I discover, that it goes perfectly with my bedroom's colours, being the exact shades of incandescens' dragon quilt on the rocking chair. Hung it across from the bed where Andrew Wyeth's Evening at Kuerner's used to be in all its brown autumnal melancholy, and now suddenly the room looks so much bigger when I walk in.

ETA: informative FB friend identifies it as native American painter Carol Grigg's Riding Farboy. (That was the only site I could find with a decent picture of it.)
Tags: art, rl_15

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