Watercolor on 1/2 sheet of Arches coldpress – SOLD
I was out with my sister one day in the fall and the landscape in NY State and Connecticut was so pretty. All reds and golds and oranges with a beautiful blue sky. I snapped some pictures as we drove to where ever we were going to. I saw this scene with some beautiful foliage and just as I snapped the picture, Mr. Comb-Over and his fancy schmancy silver convertible drove by. I was annoyed. But later on (like months later) I looked at the picture again and thought, hey, why not paint this with Mr. Comb-Over and his silver car in the scene. So I did. And you know what. I liked it.
I tried to get the feeling of the car zooming by, but don’t know if I was successful. The car was actually a little blurry in the photo, but I didn’t know how to make it that blurry using watercolor.
I don’t know much about cars. I know this one was silver. And it was a convertible. That’s about it. I recently saw a cartoon of a woman’s idea of a car dealership. The picture was a big lot of cars. It said: Red Cars. Blue Cars. And that covers almost all my knowledge of cars.
I drive. Some. I mostly walk or ride the subway. But when I do drive I have about an hour & 1/2 to two hour time limit before I get sleepy. How do people drive for a living? One thing that keeps me awake is blasting music and singing at the top of my lungs. I can only do this when I’m alone. If I’m in the car with my husband, he starts howling like a dog. Is he trying to tell me that I sound like a howling dog? Or am I reaching notes only a dog can hear?
Today when I was on the subway I noticed a poem among all the snickers ads. (What’s up with all those snickers ads? Did Snickers take out a multi-million dollar ad campaign recently? Those ads are everywhere. Boy can I go for a snickers bar.) But I digress… Anyway, there was a poem…a few lines from Shakespeare’s Tempest among all the other subway ads. Which got me thinking about the poem I wrote once for the subway. There was an ad for “Poetry in Motion” calling for original poems to be considered for publication on the subway. I wrote and sent in “Ode to the Empire State Building”
(Have I written about this before? It seems so familiar. Oh well, most of the people who read my blog are all in the same situation as me….CRS…Can’t remember Sh!#! ) So as Jim and I always say, we will die telling the same stories over and over and laughing at them over and over cause we don’t remember them. Ok, back to my poem.
I sent in my poem: And here it is. I think people on the subway would have enjoyed reading it. Better than some lines from the Tempest.
ODE TO THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING
Your stature is your glory
I’m in awe of your bright lights
I’d visit the observation deck
But I’m afraid of heights
Thank you very much. You can look for this poem again in a blog entry about a year or so from now.
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March 23, 2009 at 12:15 am
Charlie
Ode to Landscape with Convertible:
Bright orange are the trees
Deep green is the clover
I want the damn convertible
But I’m afraid of the comb-over
I really like this painting….a LOT!
March 23, 2009 at 11:05 am
judith wolfe
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I like this painting,
With the car in it, too.
March 23, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Alice Walsh
Carol, I LOVE this one! I think we were going to The Ridgefield Guild of Artists the day you took this photo. Was it the same day you took the photo of the pumpkins at the store where we stopped for a nice cup of tea? Anyway, LOVE THE PAINTING!
March 23, 2009 at 4:18 pm
Kung
If you can sing to the radio while driving, you can join us at our next karaoke. Since we all sing in unison (well, some fancy folks do attempt at harmony), there is no one to howl (or laugh) at anybody. I think you would enjoy it. 🙂
March 24, 2009 at 12:09 am
Carol King
Charlie and Judy: Your poetry is only surpassed by your humor.
Alice: You always had the better memory…it WAS the day I took the photo of the pumpkins
Kung: Really??? Karaoke? I will join you. But you may regret it.
March 24, 2009 at 1:11 am
Bonnie Luria
This was really two good posts in one. You could have saved the poem, which was hilariously YOU, for another post all on it’s own, and given this painting the entire stage!!!
It’s so damn good.
It’s almost befitting that you got big bucks Mr. Schwove ( which is what those comb overs were called in the garment industry ) on his way OUT of the picture. Symbolic?
You really outdid yourself on this post.
Where’s Bill NOW?
March 24, 2009 at 12:56 pm
wrjones
Excellent post (absolutely you) and beautiful painting!
Bonnie – Bill is combing his hair over to see if sleepy head will drive out here and paint me.
March 24, 2009 at 5:32 pm
swatch
this is such a cool picture – I love the dude disappearing out of the side of the frame – Mr Schwove – and your trees are tops
And you are enticing the poet out of everyone –
March 24, 2009 at 5:42 pm
jimmyboi2
Vety nice painting AND amusing poem … I remember it clearly !And I look forward to laughing about it again in twelve years !!
March 25, 2009 at 5:01 am
AKLizzy
The autumn landscape is dynamo!! I salute the guy for having a cool car even if he has bad hair. Your protection of his identity was very thoughtful 😉
I’m totally with you on the car thing! No clue from this chica!
Lovely painting! and poem! and salute to snickers!
March 25, 2009 at 10:25 pm
Matt
The painting is great and I’m looking forward to laughing again at the Ode to the Empire State Building for the hundredth time when you re-post it a year from now!
I have the pleasure of viewing all the paintings on our living room wall all the time!!!!!
July 4, 2009 at 10:48 pm
lesliepaints
Oh my! This is excellent. I took time to surf your blog. I read maybe a third of what you write. You have a wonderful sense of humor and something whimsical about you that is very learned. It shows so much in this painting! I’d love to see you paint more of what you try and tell us. More. More.
March 4, 2010 at 7:00 am
CathyG
I’m so glad Leslie pointed me to this post – great quirky painting and funny ode… hey, it’s March, time to bring that out again. My form of CRS means that in a week or so, it will sound totally fresh and new 🙂