One of my flower paintings has a bowl of figs in it. I confess I didn’t grow these figs or even purchase them. I stole them.
And you can steal some too even if you live very far away from the source. I got them from the bowl that you can find below. They’re Snyder’s figs.
And this isn’t the first time I’ve stole them. I go back and steal them several times. The drawing above is the first stage of the most recent theft — it’s as far as I got at night before bedtime.
If you want to steal some too, get them here — there’s a zoom at the link’s end.
Years ago I bought a beautiful table cloth at the Smithsonian institution. It has one pattern on one side and another on the inside so it’s a versatile still life cloth. As with anything else that an artist paints it gets interpreted. The pattern of the real life cloth doesn’t exactly match the pattern of the cloth in the picture. It’s like jazz — it gets improvised.
And in that strategy the artist finds a great deal to explore and enjoy. This particular cloth has a great melody. I never get tired of looking at it, thinking about it, painting it. Thank you, textile artist, whoever you are who created my still life drapery.