A Bleich Gift To New OrleansSymphony in Blues and Greens," Monet's Pond at Giverny 60x60 -- I have sold my four by five foot paintings for up to $38000, this is the largest painting I have done for sale in my gallery ![]() This Gift is dedicated to Peace and kindness in the World, To my Dad a Master Mariner who shipped out of New Orleans and was MIA. To My Mother, Sister and Stella R I feel that every year an artist should reach down and deep inside himself and do a major work of art that is special and of importance, reflecting where the artist is at that time. "The symphony of Blues and Greens" is unique in many ways. The lily pads were my stepping stones to the multi-hued wisteria gracing the Japanese bridge. The opening of the sluice gate would pull the pond water under this bridge to mingle with the flow of the River Seine. The same water would mingle with the warmth of the Gulf Stream until it formed the waves that surrounded some Island. The deeper range of exotic hues reflect my own dreams at the time. In some way we create our own islands of contentment in our homes and gardens. The pond area was Monet's island sea. In the natural flow of the tides of life, we all need our own peaceful island, to retreat from the world's chaos. My paintings are my islands of escape into a world of beauty and harmony. The colors that illumine the paintings are reflective of a range of hues that I feel within me. When I would retire to sleep at night there were specific colors that would appear in my mind that would escort me to the world of dreams. Jewel tones of turquoise blues, vibrant dancing magenta interwoven with pulsating cool teal greens. These were my colors that I experienced. They were not necessarily the colors of Normandy. Perhaps they were the hues of some island in the middle of the Pacific that I will be drawn to in the same way that Tahiti drew Gauguin to its breast and final resting place. There is a symbolism to bridges, though I must confess I shall probably always enjoy sailing under them out to sea than crossing over them. Though I was painting Giverny, I was sailing in my island dream. My Dad left home at 15 sailed out of New Orleans worked his way up to be skipper any tonnage any ocean. He was MIA in The North Atlantic, World war Two, aboard the James Mc Cabe, A Lykes Brothers ship from New Orleans. |
© September 3, 2007 George J. Bleich