Then one day, my parents made some renovations to the house. Painted those harvest gold and avocado green walls a nice shade of off-white. One day the curtains changed, the table linens changed, and this piece came down. For years it was hidden. Then about two days ago I mentioned this piece to my mom. She never knew I even paid attention to it or that I loved it so. And yesterday, she took it out of the hidden place and this piece became mine.
I don't know what makes it so special. I still stare at the image and wonder with the same sense of awe I had from my childhood. And now I must find the perfect place for this woman in my home. Oh the joy! Isn't it amazing how the things you love dearly in your adulthood are often reflections of what you've always enjoyed as a child? Full circle.
"Negro Woman with Peonies", 1870
Frédéric Bazille (artist)