October 18,2019
THE BUICK

 

excerpt from

Ash Fork Madness©️

written by

Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison

copyright 2019 Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison

 

                        THE BUICK


“G.B., I once read, ‘Ne’er should peevish boy speak words that could break the vase his love did make.’” and with a pout I added, “Your mean words could break the vase our love made.”
“What the hayll! Y’all talk so crazy Charle, y’all mess with m’head. I don’t need no word to break a vase. Gi’me one, Dammit, I’ll break it right now – if that’ll shut y’all up!”
I stared unbelievingly at my wild Okie boy, then put my arms around him and with a laugh in my voice I said, “I love you G.B. you’re so funny.”
“Hayll!” He roared and crushed me close with a kiss.
As so often happened, neither one of us knew what the other was talking about.
I had seen and heard G.B. shriek and holler at building inspectors and land registry office staff. I had seen and heard G.B. scream and bellow at sheriffs, deputies and judges. I had seen and heard G.B. verbally attack little old ladies and three year olds and everyone in between – including me.
But now I had scratched the back left fender of the Buick. One could not see his anger coming, it just happened and I got used to that, but now - if he gets that angry at dinner or at me being five minutes late, what might he do if I confess to scratching the Buick. It just wasn’t fair that I couldn’t communicate with him enough to defend my position, so I decided, that fact voided my obligation to confess.
My grandmother used to say to me “Honey it doesn’t pay to be too good.” and confessing about the car would be, being too good, so moments after G.B. arrived home from Prescott, in the Buick, I put down my pruners, ran into the house and said with sweet compassion, “Honey, did you back the car into something? The back left fender is scratched.”
“Wayll Hayll.” he said calmly as he studied the marks then added, taking care not to cast any possible shadow of blame upon himself, “Someone must have backed into me in the parking lot”.


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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?