The Birth of Cotton
22X22 Acrylic
The painting “The Birth of Cotton” came from my childhood days, my father spending hours in the cotton fields; the rich red soil of Alabama continues to give birth to cotton. In my memory, I can see him holding the white gold up toward the setting sun from the back of a sway-back mule. He is also the subject of the poem “The Chickasaw Farmer” in my eBook of poetry “Echoing Images from the Soul”.
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You watched your father lifting the cotton he had just harvested and my father rode the wide open flint hills of Kansas counting cattle and making sure each was getting their share to eat and that water was readily available.
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Childhood memories are the foundation of most of my writing, how wonderful you have such memories. Thank you for the comment. AJM
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I love this painting, the colors and everything about it, including that sense of heat.
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Thank you so much, the “sense of heat” comment made my day, one always wonders if the thought behind the creation will be seen by others. Ann
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If we viewers do not see all that you have painted it is our own perceptual deficiencies not your work. What I see on this monitor only hints at what is on your canvas. That so much does come through cyber space attests to the skillfully rendered intensity of your art. — Bear
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Thank you.
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They counted sheep here my Dad was of the age where they would shear the sheep by hand. Thousand over a period of days
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What wonderful memories you must have, and we must write about them. Ann
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