Black-eyed Peas, 2005
Oil on linen, 2'x 2'
January 1, 2004, This painting reflects the family traditions that guided Sandra and I as we prepared the New Years Day meal. While you can not relive the past, there seems to be a need to recapture and share enjoyable moments during the holiday season. This may explain why people often try to put a traditional spin on meals served during the holidays by attempting to follow old recipes handed down through generations. Our New Years Day dinner follows deep rooted traditions based on what our farmer grandparents would proudly served, since it is winter there would have been pork in the smoke house, dry black-eyed peas harvest from the summer garden, apples in the cellar, and corn meal for the bread. So it was that after an enjoyable evening we continued to celebrate life by settling down, searching through various boxes and books that archived the hidden recipes as we began to prepare this meal. By noon the house was filled with the sweet aroma of roast pork, Sandra was making the last minute table arrangements using the white lilies from the previous evening, pottery made in Mississippi, and filling the glasses with ice water. Soon after we were sitting down like our forefathers, saying grace for our blessings, and having one more intimate feast. Fred May
Oil on linen, 2'x 2'
January 1, 2004, This painting reflects the family traditions that guided Sandra and I as we prepared the New Years Day meal. While you can not relive the past, there seems to be a need to recapture and share enjoyable moments during the holiday season. This may explain why people often try to put a traditional spin on meals served during the holidays by attempting to follow old recipes handed down through generations. Our New Years Day dinner follows deep rooted traditions based on what our farmer grandparents would proudly served, since it is winter there would have been pork in the smoke house, dry black-eyed peas harvest from the summer garden, apples in the cellar, and corn meal for the bread. So it was that after an enjoyable evening we continued to celebrate life by settling down, searching through various boxes and books that archived the hidden recipes as we began to prepare this meal. By noon the house was filled with the sweet aroma of roast pork, Sandra was making the last minute table arrangements using the white lilies from the previous evening, pottery made in Mississippi, and filling the glasses with ice water. Soon after we were sitting down like our forefathers, saying grace for our blessings, and having one more intimate feast. Fred May