I am planning on posting some still life illustrations of very simple, everyday kinds of things. When I see this it evokes strong memories for me. My Mom’s father always smoked a pipe and the aroma of the pipe smoke was admittedly very pleasant. I can remember my grandpa’s hands pulling a match from the pack and then striking the match on the little strip and then lighting his pipe, puffing and drawing to get the tobacco lit just right. Though I smoked for a stint, I have been successfully smoke free for a couple years now and am not an advocate of smoking. But I am greatly drawn to images that connect me to my story, and this is one of them.
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I understand your nostalgia. My grandpa was a smoker of cigarettes he rolled himself, and there were always those little, paper packs of matches around my grandparents’ house. I remember them available just about everywhere, especially gas stations and hotels. I think I still have a couple matchbooks with logos on them in a drawer somewhere. This one of 7up is pretty cool.
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Amazing how entrenched in sights and smells our memories are! Thanks very much for the comment.
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Wow at last I found a blog that interests me. I think your idea of capturing simple objects that inspire is perfect. People need to pay attention to the simple and small everyday stuff, I think they hold the true essence of art.
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Thank you so much I totally agree. So glad you came by!
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