After Sam’s Mondrian bench was stolen, the Mondiran bulletin board felt a little hollow. Time to put some funk on it.
Ok, my pseudo-Piet-Modrian bench was stolen. I recreated the motif with a cheap bulletin board. Good enough, I guess, but the next time I encountered a need for art in my life, the motif expanded and became something other.
“I went from homeless to “living with my parents” I sold most of what I had in New Jersey, and hauled the rest to Wisconsin. Whatever I brought with me, It was too much for Mombo and Dad. So when the (borrowed) desk/table in my room collapsed and died, I felt like a bag lady whose shopping cart had lost a wheel eight blocks from the nearest Pathmark.
Mombo had a table she’d bought for $1 atGoodwill way back in the 1950′s. Mombo said, How about this table? I said do you mind if I paint it? She said, Just the top, not the body. Hunky-Dory with me. It’s an antique Shaker “Company” slide-out leaf table, painted a heinous brown on top, with perfect hand-crafted wood legs and pull-out leaves. Yeah!
So I sanded, primed (x2), taped off squares, 5 by 3, laid out the colors so there was no overlap, and painted each square to reflect a different element (Red=Flowers; Yellow
=Sun, Blue=Sky, Green=Grass, Orange=Fire—Honestly, the last part is a little hokey and doesn’t show in the finished product, but what the heck, It’s my table, and that’s what I was thinking.)