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 Weekly Scribblings #74: Painted Tales

Prompt: "…choose a painting and write new poetry or prose from the point of view of a character in said painting. Your contribution should include the painting or a link where others can look at it."

This untitled painting of me was done by my father in 1962.   I didn't find out it was me until my older brother said so when I was about 50! (forgive the cobweb that looks like a scratch or hair)

artwork by W. D. Smith © 1962
 

A table to sit at.

My little red chair.

Paper and pencil and ink.

Who cares that it’s raining

and I can’t go out?

I’ve everything I need.  

 

©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 

 

Comments

  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 15, 2021 at 9:50 PM

    Wow, how talented was your Dad? A lovely, tender portrait. I particularly love the way that top is slipping down off your shoulder. You are certainly in a good position to know what this painted person might be thinking! There is a lovely sense of warmth and completion about your poem. With all that and a loving father, indeed what more could you need?

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    1. LisaJune 19, 2021 at 11:05 AM

      Growing up I never liked his artwork! His sketches I called "scribble drawing" because then I liked things as realistic as possible. He was a loving father, much ahead of his time in being involved. He was born in 1914, and 45 when I was born, and in those days dads didn't do much. I'm sorry to say, at times I was embarrassed he was so "old" compared to the other dads.

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  2. JimJune 15, 2021 at 11:31 PM

    I'm glad that you know now. A lot of effort and decision making goes on in the making of a family picture.
    ..

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    1. LisaJune 19, 2021 at 11:06 AM

      It does, and here I can recognize my Pixie haircut!

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  3. rallentandaJune 16, 2021 at 3:24 AM

    Lovely...I hope you feel like that too !

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    1. LisaJune 19, 2021 at 11:07 AM

      Yes, but I've let drawing fall to the wayside. I need to buy out time for it.

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  4. Magaly GuerreroJune 16, 2021 at 7:46 AM

    I love this so much, Lisa. She sounds so very content. And the contentment is contagious.

    I wonder if (or how) your feelings about the painting changed after you discovered the identity of the subject?

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    1. LisaJune 19, 2021 at 11:10 AM

      I always liked this painting, but now I'd make sure to keep it and not have it be one my brothers wanted! There were lots of paintings to divide between the three of us. There are two shown here that are my favorites. They are in my dining area.

      https://theversesmith.blogspot.com/2019/04/t-tables-for-two.html

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  5. indybevJune 16, 2021 at 8:33 AM

    Your Daddy knew even then how important pen and ink would be to you! Such an expressive painting. How interesting you didn't know it was you all those years!

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    1. LisaJune 19, 2021 at 11:11 AM

      He did! He always made sure I had paper to draw on. He worked in publishing in SF and would bring home lots of paper with the back blank for me. He actually disapproved of coloring books, although didn't forbid them to me.

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  6. HelenJune 16, 2021 at 11:42 AM

    How incredibly delightful … your father’s painting … your poetry!

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    1. LisaJune 19, 2021 at 11:12 AM

      Thank you. They inspire poetry! Here are two others.
      https://theversesmith.blogspot.com/2019/04/t-tables-for-two.html

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  7. Gillena CoxJune 16, 2021 at 1:02 PM

    Bravo!!! short and contented words resonating your chosen painting

    Happy Wednesday

    Much💛love

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  8. Louca por porcelanaJune 19, 2021 at 5:34 PM

    How sweet and precious. I miss my father more than ever. Hugs and blessings.

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    1. LisaJune 19, 2021 at 8:49 PM

      Thank you. Tomorrow in the US is Father's Day, so mine is one my mind too. Also, my daughter was born on Father's Day, and her dad died when she was 11, so it will be a hard day. Of course her birthday isn't always on Sunday, it just happens to be the same this year.

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