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Landscapes
by Joan Tumpson |
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| I grew up in West
Virginia, always close to the country; farms, barns, fields, the ancient
Appalachian mountains, worn almost to hills, the Ohio River, along whose
banks we sometimes drove up and back to Pittsburgh, my parents' hometown.
Those trips were crowded and full of excitement and beautiful. If we were
lucky, my Dad would recite Robert W. Service poetry ("Now Sam McGee
came from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.") . I have also been inspired by the low country landscape and seascape near my sister's house in Charleston, South Carolina, where I spent several summers painting. Any terrain is a landscape - even the hills and valleys of the human face. But if one can paint places to which one is connected, by memory and longing, the work becomes a retreat. In this work, I try to create secret paths and places. If I am sad, I can go there. . . |
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Copyright
© Joan Tumpson, 2004. All rights reserved.
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