This beautiful 1942 American flag poster is a stone lithograph print backed with linen to preserve its fragile paper stock. It was created as propaganda for World War II. We framed it in a black over red step back profile frame rubbed and polished to reveal traces of red.
This is a very interesting piece of artwork. it’s a watercolor on paper that was done about 100 years ago of a Tangiers storyteller just had a very old acidic mat on it and we decided to take it off in preparation for the new framing. More will be revealed later.
Memories of hot days in Sea Isle City, New Jersey are splashing around in my head today. The sand under my beach chair, a soft towel, the sound of crashing surf and the ice chest with hoagies and cold Coke. Everything I wanted and needed was right there. My childhood dream is of full days where time slowed down and so did we. My brother Anthony was an expert drip sand castle maker. He would sit for hours loading wet sand into his semi closed fist allowing the mix to drip slowly into castle turrets. As soon as the sand drops hit the hillock beneath they would freeze in place until the weight collapse the tower and the whole process started again. Periodic dips in the cold salt water jolted us from a burning sun induced lethargy into a state of all nerve endings on. We jumped over, dove under and got knocked down by the power packed waves until mom saw lips turning blue and shivers coming on. “I’m not cold.”, I would swear. We had to stop playing and sit in the sun until color returned. There must be photographic images of us on the beach but the picture of the green and white striped umbrella, wooden folding chairs covered with striped muslin and the red Coca Cola ice chest are etched in my mind. These are old flashbacks. I know because in them I carry the bottom half of the wooden umbrella and I have to stop to rest a couple times on the way to our special place in the sun.
These gilded leaves from the Bodhi tree are set a top lacquer pillows. They are suspended on iridescent silk and surrounded by a hand gilded frame. These small treasures from a trip to Indonesia become a daily reminder of the enlightenment of Buddha under the Bodhi tree.