if i were a painter i'd take my little painting bench and go sit beneath a tall oak tree today and hope that one or two of those wonderfully green acorns might find their way into my lap. i imagine this bench in a field of tall grass, with a painter's arched neck peering at a bird or nest, gracing the table with the most serene shadow. she would be wearing linen and have her pockets full of apples and stones, those things she could not pass by without picking them up to take a closer look and maybe a taste. perhaps she remains on her bench, sitting sideways, boots muddied until the sky turns purple at sunset. just my kind of saturday.
primitive artist's bench here
Wanderlust Design :: Bar Vacilando, Seattle
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