This series of still lifes arose out of my need to honor my father, who passed away in March 1996.
Annually, my parents put up jams, storing them away all year and then distributing them at Christmas.
Dad was the force behind the whole process -- picking the berries, cooking up the sweetness, carefully sealing and labeling the jars.
I decided to paint portraits of the various flavors as I consumed them. The level of the jam goes down over the course of time, taking on more and more of a glow, and I have discovered that the jar is never completely empty.
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The entire first set: Orange Marmalade
painted at Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, March 1996 |
Happy Father's Day, all you dads!
