The Gold Fish Hour

Posted: April 13, 2013 in Art, journal, Women
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“If you fall into a mud hole, check your pockets, you may have caught a fish.” Darrell Royal

Captured Fish, oil on canvas, 77x102 (30x40)

Captured Fish, oil on canvas, 77×102 (30×40)

 

Observations……..

When my painting “Houses of Moon Mesa” was accepted into the Masterworks exhibit, I was astonished and honored at the same time.  Astonished because I had entered it for fun, knowing those that run this organization are realist and what I do is far from that genre. Including the fact that I had been rejected so many times, entering had become a game. Honored because I was recognized.  But then I went to the opening.  The first thing I saw was the best of show award. A large painting worked in pallet knife of a nude woman lying on a sofa in front of large windows. It was supposed to be a realistic play of light and shadows. But the figure was ill-proportioned, some of the shadows so heavy and badly worked they looked like square pieces of lead inserted into the painting.  I figured this person must be a relative of the juror, no one in their right mind would consider this a best of show piece.

I walked away.

There were quite a few very good pieces, some exceptional pieces, lots of awarded work; and the rest: traditional realistic New Mexico landscape and still life in oil, acrylic and watercolor.  As I walked though the two main rooms the effect was rather eclectic. One thing did stand out in my mind, the fact that the only thing I could not see among all the oils and acrylic paintings was my painting.

As I entered the third room off the main entrance where all the watercolors and miniatures were exhibited, there was my painting, stuck near a semi-unlit corner. It looked so very out-of-place surrounded by all the little pastel colored student quality watercolors. Lost, alone, not like anybody else’s work but bravely hanging there for anyone to see.  However, no one was looking at what was obviously considered work that could not be hung anywhere else; they were looking at the well-lit miniatures. I truly felt nothing, just empty.

I sighed and walked away.

The Number 3.

Things do happen in three’s.  So here was mine: definitely being insulted by my former little gallery; the strange and slightly evil encounter with that person without a sign and now this……..messages on the wind…..omens of things to come…coincidences without rhyme or reason, or perhaps the writing on the wall?

So like a little red fish in a big bowl of crystalline water I swim in circles, questioning and looking for answers.

Perhaps there is another message in the stars I have yet to read or understand, perhaps if I close my eyes and click my heels three times…………..But the truth shines quite clear in spite of what my foolish heart would like to believe.  The gold fish hour has arrived, time to stop swimming in circles and figure out how to jump out of the bowl without dying.

 

 

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  1. ladiva1 says:

    I came across this by accident…..sure wish I knew what the hell I was doing …. I know just enough about this mac to be dangerous….anyway….I must have been here before…haha…glad I found this…!

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  2. ladiva1 says:

    I can jut imagine how you felt….the politics of life are everywhere and its such a shame…you would thing mankind had come farther than that….I have to say, I have fell in several mud holes in my life..and have yet to find a fish….;-)

    Love and warmest regards, Donna

    Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2013 18:18:55 +0000 To: dcmartin1@hotmail.com

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