So with all of Linda's revisions of Landscape in Red (1, 2, 3), I had to look again at Coming Home. I was not totally happy with the bird. I realized I wanted him to be more red. And while I was at it, there were some green, blue, and other things to do, especially in the lower far left, where the light shape was stronger than I wanted (aiding visual exit from the picture plane, something I try to avoid). And I wanted to emphasize more of the positive and negative bars from the sky down to the roof tops. So here it is after those revisions.
But I made the bird too red - under the wing - and so I had to paint him yet again. Done now? I don't know.
And I just realized that he's probably another manifestation of Virgil Tangelo. When I look at him and ask I hear a silent laugh. Are all of my paintings self portraits? And why is my alter ego a redhead?
>>>> Appendix de Grenouille <<<< For Noel Etienne's cheri gave him a lizard. A lizard tres tres rouge. I am revealing to him the ropes, as Etienne puts it. For instance, how to stay up on this shelf without falling off, and how to get attention so more photos will be taken. Today the bird in the painting was making red the prima donna color (oui, perhaps rouge is always the prima donna) and this got the lizard some attention simple. Eventually he may even have a name, but that was twenty years for moi. Etienne may have removable teeth prior (I will, of course, retain both of mine - firestone is eternal).
And I should, perhaps, introduce the Dunny Francois. He is a Dunny series quatre, of the French special editions. Voila, he is exactimonde the Dunny 4 French that Etienne most desired, and the only one he received (Noel, last year). He even has his baguette and vin rouge, his beret noir, and the nez rouge of the Frenchman epicure. Now I understand Etienne has stashed four boxes with Dunny series cinque. He is being tantalized, he says, enjoying resisting the urge to open the boxes. He thought of opening one today, when he got home from work, but he resisted. So there are still four to anticipate. I foretell he will open the first only when the temptation wanes.
And that glass between the lizard and the Dunny is a toy from the days of the queen of Angleterre called Victoria. One fills it with deliciously detailed small objects (Etienne chose some intricate trres petit sea shells) and you agitate them gently, look, agitate encore and look encore. Oui, exciting, no? Actually, Etienne has given me a glimpse, and it makes me wonder how I would appear from inside the glass. Le Grenouille Tres Grand! Terror to bullfrogs Americain!
Even un petit grenouille tres confiant (c'est moi) may amuse himself with dreams.