Wow!...hot and cool. I can taste those apricots and the heat of the summer sun. I love the reflections in the right apricot (?) and on the blue pot. This is a perfect painting for the first day of summer.
One of the most beautiful consequences of a sublime painting such as this is the triggering of a sweet memory. Ah, that apricot tree on the side of my childhood home in Utah, ripe, fragrant fruit close enough to pluck by my outstretched hand and steady 7 year-old tippy-toes.
One of the most beautiful consequences of a sublime painting such as this is the triggering of a sweet memory. Ah, that apricot tree on the side of my brief childhood home in Utah, ripe, fragrant fruit close enough to pluck by my outstretched hand and steady 7 year-old tippy-toes.
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