I completed this painting on May 24 this year. I am inspired by how Vincent Van Gogh documented his thoughts on many of his paintings. Here is my narrative:
I have a special fondness for this particular beach planter. It took me to a simpler time when love was innocent, light and happy. I was there when he picked out the planter and we took it together to the beach house.
Typical of this area, a rainy weekend it was. After the rain, the planter was potted with soil and a handful of small green plants. I like how the planter was set on top of the clean banana-yellow wood rack and underneath the rack was this messy, moist, dark brown mud.
Against the brand new planter, the fence was covered with seasoned moss here and there. It was also adorned by tube-shape buoys of white, grey and yellow, next to a big red ball. Some twenty years ago, they were lost at sea but later recovered at a beach nearby. And when I squinted my eyes just a little, I could see the fresh, rain-washed lawn peek through the old fence.
Something about the whole setup moved me. So I painted. The contrast of dark and bright colors, of blurred and crisp lines, and of the spaces separated by the fence evoked in me emotions of old and new. Yes, even today, this familiar object/scene keeps moving unto the time continuum of new interpretations.
It speaks to me with its vibrancy ever so quietly.