Additional Information
This piece received a commendations at the Royal South
Australian Society Of Arts “New Beans” Exhibition 2018
This takes me back to the care free days & visits on my grandparents farm. The smell of aniseed, cinnamon & fresh coffee hanging in the cold morning air. A short stout figure always dressed in some flower print dress & perfectly laid curls stiring the pot of melkkos on the warm toasty aga stove. All would be gathering around the aga rubbing their hands hoping for some of the heat to breathe back life in their cold numb feet. Grandpa would have just stepped in with the milk bucket and Nanna yelling at his dirty shoe print. He’d pull out his pipe fill it with tobacco & call me over. I’d hop on his lap and he would run his bent callus fingers first slow then faster & faster on the kitchen table and say to me “Can you hear the horses running?” Outside an impatient rooster would ruffle his feathers once again and greet the rising sun with his best crow possible. These really were the good ole days!
Original Painting
Oil On Stretched Canvas
Ready To Hang (This piece has a strong wire across the back)
The sides of this painting are painted
Please feel free to contact me via Art Lovers for any commission inquiries.
MKR 1950’s
Luna Vermeulen
AUD$1,820
Size:
76w
x 61h
x 3d
cms
View in my room
Oil on stretched canvas
Ready to hang
In stock
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Additional Information
This piece received a commendations at the Royal South
Australian Society Of Arts “New Beans” Exhibition 2018
This takes me back to the care free days & visits on my grandparents farm. The smell of aniseed, cinnamon & fresh coffee hanging in the cold morning air. A short stout figure always dressed in some flower print dress & perfectly laid curls stiring the pot of melkkos on the warm toasty aga stove. All would be gathering around the aga rubbing their hands hoping for some of the heat to breathe back life in their cold numb feet. Grandpa would have just stepped in with the milk bucket and Nanna yelling at his dirty shoe print. He’d pull out his pipe fill it with tobacco & call me over. I’d hop on his lap and he would run his bent callus fingers first slow then faster & faster on the kitchen table and say to me “Can you hear the horses running?” Outside an impatient rooster would ruffle his feathers once again and greet the rising sun with his best crow possible. These really were the good ole days!
Original Painting
Oil On Stretched Canvas
Ready To Hang (This piece has a strong wire across the back)
The sides of this painting are painted
Please feel free to contact me via Art Lovers for any commission inquiries.
