Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Good News Article About Ginette's Painting

As an artist/painter, I express myself with paint. I am not really good with words so naturally I don't like to write much. I dabbled in poetry and writing once, but found painting to be my forte.

I often read articles that are written by authors who have a way with words and sometimes I read something that really is special. I guess we all have our gifts.I received an email yesterday and a pdf file attached with an article written by "Rupa Sengupta" of the Times of India. The article is called:

In The Wild Garden

In the paradise of the natural order, Ginette Callaway’s copperhead snake sheds the burden of its demonisation,

The Times of India is India’s most-read English newspaper and the World’s largest-selling English newspaper.

I knew they wanted to use one of my paintings for an article. I was approached a few months ago about it and I gave them permission. I thought it was just a picture they wanted for the snake festival article.Yesterday I received a copy of the article and to my surprise it was such a wonderfully written piece about the Okefenokee and my Painting "Copperhead Snake in the Okefenokee"!

Mr. Sengupta's words flow like poetry. I admit it brough tears to my eyes!

The article is art in itself. Bravo Mr. Rupa Sengupta, I thank you for your celebration of my piece of art, wrapped in such inspiring words.Read the article as PDF

08082010_SPTCH_MP_08_1_COL_R1.pdf

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Memories of Provence

I'd be leisurely walking back to my gite, taking my time, sitting under trees and chewing on small blades of grass while looking up in to the sky. After a while I put my watercolor pad under my arm, smiling from ear to ear, hurrying just a bit, to get home just before dark. A light gust of wind separates me from my straw hat, and blows it just across the row of lavender behind me. I Leave it without worry, knowing it will still be there tomorrow, I'll fetch it then when I come back. Back in my gite, I'd eat something simple, break little pieces off freshly baked baguette, I love that crunchy noise it makes, remembering my grandmother, who like me, loved plain bread and a glass of wine. Later I'd fall in to bed, thinking about how lucky I am, to be in this heavenly place. ~~~~~ The next day I do it all over, walking on air, free in the countryside among the wild lavender and olive trees.