This is a short newsletter because I have been engrossed in painting
for the nursery rhymes and have left my packing for flying North until
the last minute. Sorry about that, those of you who like to have me
rambling on. I will do better next week when I will be telling you about
show and the preparations for our convention
in Kingsport, Tennessee.
Pat's newest nursery rhyme painting, Hey Diddle Diddle, the
Cat and the Fiddle.
I am illustrating my painting for Hey Diddle, Diddle, the Cat and
the Fiddle. I am having an enormous amount of fun as I think you
can see. This is a form of storytelling. Instead of reading the story,
I am painting it and the advantage I have over the one who is reading
the rhyme is that I am free to use my imagination to interpret the words
into the images. Hey Diddle, Diddle has stimulated my imagination
for almost seventy years. Now at last I am showing you how I have seen
this fantasy enacted. The smile on my face is as large as the smile
on the face of the dog.
This past weekend there was a wonderful art show in the park near the
house. The St. Petersburg Art Fest has very generous prize money and
attracts top artists from around the country. I was thrilled to find
the sculptor, G. E. Olsen exhibiting and fell in love with his grouper
carved out of pink marble. I have several of his sculptures that I purchased
many years ago in the days when I exhibited each year at New York's
Pat with G. E. Olsen of Jupiter, Florida and Grumpy Grouper,
sculpted of pink Persian travertine marble.
In my recent letters and in Malcolm's reports from Panama, you have
heard about the Museum's and the Society's education activities. If
you have something similar to share with the fourteen thousand to whom
this letter goes, please write to me and maybe I will make it an add
on to one of my letters.
Back to packing. The worst part of my nomadic life. The next letter
will come from the Barn where I look forward to seeing the green touch
of spring grace my beautiful valley. Looking forward to seeing those
of you who will be with me this coming weekend.
From Malcolm in Panama:
Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow.
With Pat focusing on nursery rhymes this seems appropriate.
A week ago I was walking in the evening from my house to the house
of Andres, the farm manager. It was almost dark when I noticed a something
white at the base of a banana plant. Investigating, I found a white
lamb that had been born that morning. The mother had produced two lambs,
one black and tan and this one which is totally white.
I picked up the lamb and went in search of her mother. When I placed
her close to the mother, the mother immediately moved away, with the
black and tan baby following her. It seems she was embarrassed by this
white child in a flock of sheep that are all black and tan.
I took the baby to Kasilda, the wife of Andres. Since then Kasilda
has filled the mother's role, feeding the baby from a bottle. Now everywhere
Kasilda goes, the babe also goes. Perhaps Mary's lamb had been rejected
by her mother.