Barbara Epler / Elaine Arsenault
I have a small painting—
The painting itself (though I carefully double-matted and framed it to be quite a bit larger) is the size of an old LIFE magazine, but seen horizontally:
It is a gouache, slightly swirly and roughly daubed painting of an elephant —from the side, standing, trunk curled like a “C” as if to deliver a peanut to her mouth —and is mostly medium blue with darker blue and red touches.
And without seeming to make an effort, it conveys that this is a portrait of a toy elephant 🐘: yes—
Her elephantine soul is that of a very beloved old plastic toy elephant the size of a new kitten.
Her soul has been honored and seen and rendered oversized.
There is no base line or horizon: She stands on air, levitating.
The painter was my girlfriend in my twenties and it is her only figurative painting. (She was then mostly a sculptor though she also painted patterns on all sorts of materials.)
The thing is: I think my soul was seen —partly a plastic toy the size of a new kitten — and shown back to me—and yet nonetheless honored and magnified— and that this pictured elephant (a toy I had long loved which I had given to Elaine) shows her love and understanding and it is one of my favorite possessions and looking at it makes me feel love.
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