acrylic on canvas, 40"x48"
Don't these palms look like they are having such a good time together? They have probably know each other since birth, and by now they've probably been through a lot together.
They remind me of my old neighborhood on "the point." As a child kids of all ages would get together outside and play all summer long. In my neighborhood, the older kids would look out for the younger, and in every game there's be a place for everyone, with teams picked to make it "fair." The best two players were never on the same team, same for the youngest two.
This group of palms brings back fond memories of that time. Playing in a neighborhood group without the benefit of overseeing grownups teaches you a lot. If you want to have any fun, you have to learn to get along. You're not always the best-loved daughter, (I was only best-loved daughter until my little sister came along anyway) so you'd better work on skills for getting along with others.
You learn that nobody likes a sissy, or a cry-baby. You learn quickly that you'd better hold on really tight to the spin-around or you'd fall off, that you were a "chicken" if you didn't go up the top of the slide, and that if you put your fingers under the see-saw you'd end up going home crying.
You also learn that if you make a mistake, you'd better learn to apologize. I"m still working on some of those skills, and oh, that's hard! I had to apologize a couple of times this month. I hope my apologies were accepted, because after careful consideration, they came from the heart.
Playmates is a painting that's been rolled up for a while, and just stretched back out and finished. It makes me happy, how about you?