|watercolor on paper 23.5 x 37.5|
1. A sentimental longing for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.
This chair belongs to my Grandma. I have seen this chair my whole life sitting on her back porch. Many a green bean have been shucked sitting in this chair. My Grandma's house has so much meaning for me. It is my home base, the place I think of when I hear the word "home". Growing up we moved a lot, but every Summer was spent at my Grandma's. So when I heard that she is planning on selling her house it shook me to the core. Logically I know that it's time, she's in her 80's and even thought she gets around phenomenally well, that won't last forever. Logically I know that even if the house is not in her possession the memories will still be there. But, I feel like I'm losing my "home". I'm sure it is also making me aware that she will not always be there. So with all of these feelings and thoughts racing through my head I remembered taking a picture of this chair. This chair that has been there my whole life and by the looks of it several lives before mine. The day I took the photo reference, my Grandma wasn't quite sure why I wanted to take a picture of that old chair. And she wasn't sure why I needed to move it out in front of her hydrangea bush with all of it's blooms deteriorating, she told me she planned on refinishing that chair and I should wait until then to take it's picture. But that old chair is the epitome of beauty to me. It's been around and all of it's peeling layers of paint make it all that much more beautiful!! So when the house is gone and my Grandma has passed I hope to own that old chair, to remind me of "home".
|Steven posing with "Nostalgia" just to give some scale:)|