A PLETHORA OF SHIRTS
Ash Fork Madness©️
Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison
copyright 2019 Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison
A Plethora of Shirts
Every winter G.B. wore long sleeved khaki shirt and pant sets and broke the monotony in summer by wearing pale pastel, short sleeved shirts with his khaki pants. One would assume he had a very sparse wardrobe, but in fact he had a vast accumulation of tailored suits, worn only for funerals and trips to Canada, and drawers filled with winter, summer and dress shirts, as well as innumerable khaki sets, always purchased six at a time.
Each Christmas he was deluged with short sleeved shirts by his Okie kin which he donned each spiring with relish and wore for a a few minutes, until he first rammed his pens and note book into the left pocket and then flung his eyeglass case onto the floor – invariably the right pocket was missing!
Moments later he gathered up a haystack of shirts amid an appropriate succession of curses, he would ‘”tote ‘em” over to Luis and Pauline at Ash Fork’s cleaning establishment, dump them onto the counter and tell them to remove a square from the bottom, centre back of each shirt, with which they could devise a right hand pocket. To fill the hole they created by this radical cut, they would locate and stitch in a similar pastel or grossly inappropriate print square.
And G.B. in regard to his shirts, seemed to follow a philosophy similar to my dear grandfather who, each morning bent down to polish the front and sides of his big high black leather boots. Neglecting the back, he would quote: “A good soldiaah nev-aah looks behind.”
One day I watched G.B. discussing a special order, with his own charming confident air. He was addressing an immaculate Japanese architect and a pompous contractor, both so citified and expensively dressed.
The gentlemen moved behind G.B.’s chair in order to view the blueprint as he pointed out details. At one point G.B. swished the blueprint onto the floor with one of his extravagant gestures, then bent and stretched down from his big leather chair to retrieve it, thereby revealing to us all – baby pink and blue lambs leaping across his butt.
Posted by Charlotte Madison at 07:43
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|For over forty years, painting related totally to the American Southwest. It was people of the dry hot desert, solid mesas, cacti, stone and canyons that made my heart leap.
When I realized I would never see the desert again, I began a search for something to paint. Nana suggested, B.C, vineyards and took me to Penticton where I did one painting. Nana and Gary then began to take me on Mystery tours of the island and always included a vineyard. But they all were so green! So many leaves so many trees - I don't do trees and I rarely use green - dont really like looking at green, but I got started on a duty series not an inspired series.
I guess it was July or early August when we were driving home from a winery visit. I was grousing about painting the Festive Flying Grape series
when Gary said "Start another series, you can work on more than one at a time."
For some reason those words triggered the words "I could paint the Island artists!" Nana and Gary agreed and it was the topic of conversation all the way home
For a while I was afraid I wouldn't get volunteers to pose but it is rolling and each one offers something special to inspire me. And it is lovely to feel all I am doing was sparked by Gary and like all I do, supported by Nana.
April Update 2012
Sixteen fine artists, many of national repute, have posed for Artists of Vancouver Island and many are booked or promised. There will be no poses after June 30,2012. When I have painted all twenty-five I will turn my thought to . . . what next?