During a long car journey, in America, in the Summer of '67, I woke to find we had stopped at a 'gas station' to buy 'gas'. Standing right next to our 'auto', I saw a girl wearing a leather mini-skirt (up 'til then I had only seen mini-skirts on television when the Mods and Rockers were having battles) - Oh, my goodness!!! - what would Granny say?"What's pizza, Dad? What's a pizzeria?"
"Ah, when I went to Naples, after the war, I had pit-sa..."
We didn't get to try one.
(memory book painting)
5 comments:
This is SO GOOD! The flour on her skirt is perfect, and the pizza box, I can almost smell! Love it!
I'm trying to think of superlatives I haven't yet used to describe your beautiful memory paintings...
Change of subject instead - you should publish them in a book. (No, really you should!)
How wonderful and funny. Your compositions are all so engaging, especially the way you crop things. Where in America were you?
Great story and painting! I love how your focus in on her the girl's torso and the pizza, leaving out any extraneous details.
Humorous.
It is happy.
I like it.
kuriyama
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