"Jefferson Cup, Tomato, Rocks & Me" by Twomey

Jefferson Cup, Tomato, Rocks & Me by C. Twomey     

An original, custom framed still life up for sale showing the spectacular reflections of a Jefferson Cup. There was something so delightful in the stem of the tomato reaching for the cup. If you look closely, there's a self portrait also reflected as I intently focused on the alla prima work at hand. The painting itself is 5 X 7", the frame is highlighted with a inner antique gold border and makes the final painting about 9 X 11". It is signed and ready to hang. 

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Still Living Momentarily


Just posted the above image up for sale in my Shop. Maybe a play on words & images, but it is a time for reflection.

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted and loved horses. There was no family equine history; no ponies for birthdays - just an intense desire to learn and love them. My mom would always tell people she had no idea where I came up with the addiction. My dad would tell me I could get a horse when we quit paying taxes (!).

Many people think that those who have horses are wealthy. In some quarters, this may be true, but most horse people I've known over the last 30 years put all of their hard-earned time, love, energy and money into their equine passion. I've been one of those people. It hasn't been easy as I started later than most and had to learn thru thick or thin.

Over the years I've been lucky enough to own three horses and lease one. They were all wonderful, each with their own strengths and personality who never stopped giving no matter what I asked.

I am now horseless, in a new albeit very horsey state. I thought I would immediately pick up where I had left off with those magnificent animals. Odd thing, though, is: the thrill seems to be gone. 

It's a hell of a sport. It's dangerous, expensive, time consuming and for the young. I have known two people who've been killed, two who were paralyzed from the neck down and countless friends that have been kicked, bitten, stomped on, run away with and so on.

At the same time, I've gained confidence, extraordinary balance, soft & kind hands, good horsey friends and the intense unconditional love only an animal can give a human.

It feels like time for a break. Or possibly a recognition that how I felt once can change; or subliminal denial has finally been allowed to surface front and center.

What I do notice most, however, is a sense of relief at having more time and energy to create. Here goes.