This piece is inspired by a recent art opening evening, in which I stole the bass player from the band and procured a ride on the handle bars of his bicycle …
Up a steep hill he peddled, breathing hard in the dark – me, laughing hysterically. Until we hit a large hole in an alley, wrecking the bike, front tire exploding, and me – flying from the handle bars – still laughing hysterically. We proceeded to walk the last 50 yards to the enchanting house of a lovely young couple, who stood preparing a lovely marinara – French doors open wide.
In we strode, crashing their candlelit dinner, and sitting with the best of company, sipping fine tequila with only ice and lime, and only a hard rain for music.
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What color,fun and carefree enjoyment..both the ride and the painting!love you,mom
I want the real story….
Jerry, you will have to invite me to your house and give me fine tequila… only then I may speak 🙂
Your painting has found a great place in our home. We love the colors and textures. Simply put, its whimsy makes us smile.
Denis, this is the best possible outcome of any painting’s life. GREAT to meet you and Don.