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Zio Matteo
I am of Italian heritage and I still have a lot of ties with the small town in Southern Italy, Sersale, where my grandfather was born. Last summer I read a blogger’s tale about an old man who lives in Sersale, named Matteo Torchia, who celebrated his 100th birthday in April of 2009. Link: http://emiliogrimaldi.blogspot.com/2009/04/zio-matteo-fa-centanni.html…
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A walk in the park
Once upon a time I had two friends that were very much in love. They decided to get married in Portland, at a train station. A cast of thousands, ok, dozens of musicians serenaded them as they exchanged their vows. When the ceremony was over, they took a walk in the park. Luckily I grabbed…
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All the little horses
When I was a girl, I was in love with horses. I grew up in Newark, NJ where the only horses I ever saw were the occasional police horse, or maybe an old tired freckled grey pulling a fruit cart. It didn’t matter. I dreamed and drew horses over and over again. When I went…
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Four and twenty blackbirds
This painting just made itself. After putting the bike into an architectural environment, I was adding light and shadows, and thought, this needs more life. And a bird popped out of the pannier and landed on the bike. It looked so lonely there, so I painted a few more. Then a flock. and I realized,…
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The eternal dance of light
I have been taking yoga, it is part of my self-wellness campaign. Part of every session is a bit of meditation/relaxation.. Today as I was laying there drifting, I daydreamed this image of Donald and I as butterflies, doing a dance in golden light in a moment of eternity. We circle each other in spirals…
Mimi Torchia Boothby
a gallery of paintings