RDP Sunday: Homecoming
Do you know why I love this painting?
I loved it because at first glance it looks like Grandma’s back porch- well, my Grandmother’s back porch’s opened up on the same sort of thing- the tree, the gravel road, the pale light.
But then if you look at it again you see the ramp, the water pipe, the door with the glass windows, the rough mat inside of the door and then again there is the doorway itself.
It’s wide, it’s solid , it’s a utilitarian door.
And then it hit me.
It reminds me of the door at a funeral home I visited a long time ago.
That’s what I love about this painting- it tells you it’s story in a soft voice- but at the same time it’s a scary soft voice.
I like that in art- and I like it in my stories too.