I tore this picture from a calendar seven years ago.
It’s entitled “The Painter’s Cupboard” (1769)
by Antonio Perez De Aguilar
It became a visual portrait of my life.
instruments, hard covered books and paint brushes on the top shelf
a model or doll in a basket
rolled paper, a note book
two silver plates and two rolls of bread
a used plate
and a decorated plate
one up turned water glass
two wine glasses
one wine glass empty
and waiting
one wine glass full
and waiting.
The cupboard is locked
the key is its cradle
I’ve looked at this painting for seven years running
my life has become this painting
200 years old and counting.
But now,
I have been asked to open the door
to fill the empty wine glass
and have a toast.
To my ghosts.
To the props of my life.
To the one who came back
blowing dust from my shelves
bringing love to my life.
thanks for clicking in
always
eileen