Cay, 11x14 Acrylic Painting, 16X20 matted, Abstract Faces, Abstract Woman
“Cay” is one in a series called "Abstract Ladies with Stories". This 11x14, original painting, on 140# watercolor paper, comes packaged for protection in a 16x20, white, single mat, with backing and sleeve. My paints and embellishments are of the highest archival quality to ensure the longevity of this work of art for years to come.
Each creation that I present to the world is a labor of love with a unique story that evolved with many studio hours and underlayers of paint. Building it, shaping it, and embellishing it with a variety of mediums.
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Painting size 11x14
Matted to fit a 16x20 frame
Frame not included
The Cay painting was the result of a story I wrote to accompany her:
“Cay coif's her hair. She sits in front of the small mirror. She is up early. This hair must be perfect for the senior high yearbook photo. Listening to the soft sound of the Andrew Sisters singing from the record player, ‘l can dream, can’t I?’ Endlessly, searching through her box of glittery baubles, bangles, and beads. Dreams are like stars, and she reaches out with anticipation.
Her mind wanders like the stars. This year at Newton High is filled with so much drama. Newton boys scooping the loop through town in their cars. Most making plans to work at the Maytag Factory in a matter of days. I’m sick of candy counters and handing out 3-D glasses at the Capitol Theater. There must be more to life.
Only a few more months until Judy and I pack our trunks and leave for Des Moines. Future husbands, real men, not high school boys, await. Cay longs to wear the Katherine Hepburn pants she sees in all the magazines and on the screen, and those stylish flats. No more saddle shoes. How many times had she told her mother, ‘Katharine Hepburn was the patron saint of the independent American female’? Mother only looking at her with a lack of what lies beyond Newton. Judy and I will live the lives of real career women, with the respect of our lucky husbands. Only the finest restaurants every night, and dancing at the clubs.
After all, how many times had her mother said to her ‘a husband was far more important for your future than a college degree’? “Yes, Mother”. And that pamphlet Mother left in my room yesterday, “How to Be a Good Wife”. Outrageous that mother thinks I can’t be a modern woman. I Can Dream, Can’t I?”