Barr World

Bovine Remains 

How can one really describe the emotions felt as they gaze at this painting of bovine remains? Certainly, there are thoughts of Georgia O’Keefe, as well as warm memories of the family kitchen on Sequoia Trail where the picture once hung. 

But what of the remainder of this once proud and noble beast? McDonalds? Elmer’s Glue? Or perhaps his final contribution amounted to a high-end briefcase. These are just some of the thoughts that race through my mind each morning as I prepare for my day after being greeted by this piece of artwork which now adorns the wall over my bedroom desk. 

However, the real message that is inspired is a feeling of hope. 

As if the artist were reaching out to me and saying, “No matter how bad things get, you can always find a soup kitchen.” 

Peter 

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Unframed 

The sky is brooding 

but the ground is vibrant, fertile. 

The low houses huddle 

and a tree leans in. 

(A figure, or is it two, stands to the side.) 

Never been there, 

but I issue from that wavy landscape: 

Land of Margaret, 

Land of ire and ere. 

Oh Daniel, I hardly knew you. 

One day I’ll tramp across it yet, 

“a stick in me hand and a tear in me eye.” 

And, weary, step within these stuccoed walls. 

Accept a cup of tea 

against the cruel Spring wind. 

There is silence; a clock chimes, 

and something of you welcomes me 

home. 

Nancy

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Pitcher Perfect  

I’ve always loved this painting because of the colors and the subject matter. The soothing blue-gray background is calming and cool and the mauve provides a muted warmth that draws me in. And I have always had a thing for pitchers! My house is filled with them, and I have to fight an ongoing urge to acquire more... one can only have so many pitchers, right? This minor obsession is one that I’ve shared with you, Mom, so I know that I come by it honestly.  

This painting is hanging in my bedroom, over my side of the bed, so I see it every day... when I wake in the morning and when I go to sleep at night. It occurred to me recently that something about this painting reminds me of when we were kids. The regal pitcher, maternal yet elegant, surrounded by vessels of various shapes and sizes.  

The image that is depicted here reassures and reminds me:  You were our center, and we willingly orbited around you.  

Sheila

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