These days, there’s never anybody in any of her paintings.
I asked her why, and she said, she wouldn’t want to trap anyone so. Being immortalized in art is a kind of curse, she said, just think of poor Marilyn Monroe. And so she paints her pastoral scenes, of gentle landscapes and orange skies.
I saw some of her earlier work once, hidden in the attic. Portraits, that did the eerie thing where their eyes seemed to move. As did their hands.
I asked her why, and she said, she wouldn’t want to trap anyone so. Being immortalized in art is a kind of curse, she said, just think of poor Marilyn Monroe. And so she paints her pastoral scenes, of gentle landscapes and orange skies.
I saw some of her earlier work once, hidden in the attic. Portraits, that did the eerie thing where their eyes seemed to move. As did their hands.
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