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(oil painting on canvas, 16X20, 2005)
"Tea drinking angel"
This painting is a tribute to my tea addiction rather than to angels... I drink tea by the gallon and I'm pretty sure that while most humans are roughly made up of 60% water, my body is made up of 90% tea.
The initial idea for the painting came to me while I was contemplating the existence of guardan angels. ...or lack thereof. All of a sudden I caught myself thinking that my guardian angel most likely is a tea drinker like myself. After all no guardian angel would be able to stand being around somebody who drinks tea from morning till night without eventually getting addicted to the same beverage.
My own tea addiction started early in life. In a matter of fact, I honestly can't recollect the time when I wasn't drinking tea, and from what I remember of my childhood I can clearly draw one conclusion: our family life revolved around tea. A cup of tea was a way to comfort a troubled soul, a prescription to unburden one's mind, and a recipe to turn an acquaintance into a good friend.
Every serious conversation started with a cup of tea and every fight ended with it. Believe me when I tell you that there were lots of instances of both in my family and although our coexistence was less than peaceful at times, we were always able to resolve our conflicts over a cup of tea. Tea was our substitute for water under the bridge over the generational gap of three generations of my family residing in a tiny apartment and if you ask me the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is not 42. It's 'tea'!!!.
"I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit."
"Even a band of angels can turn ugly and start looting if enough angels are unemployed and hanging around the Pearly Gates convinced that all the succubi own all the liquor stores in Heaven."
"A woman is like a tea bag - you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water."