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by Jill Westbrook
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Purchase a tote bag featuring the drawing "Rainy Night in Central Park" by Jill Westbrook. Our tote bags are made from soft, durable, poly-poplin fabric and include a 1" black strap for easy carrying on your shoulder. All seams are double-stitched for added durability. Each tote bag is machine-washable in cold water and is printed on both sides using the same image.
It was 1973. I was a Sophomore in college, majoring in Art. Out in the world the Sydney Opera House opened. It was the year of The Yom Kippur War... more
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It was 1973. I was a Sophomore in college, majoring in Art. Out in the world the Sydney Opera House opened. It was the year of The Yom Kippur War and Watergate & the withdrawal of US troops from Vietnam. The World Trade Center in NY became the tallest building in the world. Wounded Knee happened. Secretariat won the Triple Crown. We watched Saturday Night Live & the Partridge Family, the Waltons & M*A*S*H*. Elton John sang Crocodile Rock & we all went to see American Graffiti�& Deliverance�well, some of us went to see Deliverance.
I was just beginning to dabble in watercolor. I think there was a magazine photo that was the inspiration for this attempt, sans people. But, being ever the romantic, I felt it needed some lovers. The style and control of this piece is awkward, but I still like the mood all these years later.
Parts of my story are integral to why I do what I do, what motivates me and the emotions and ideas I am trying to convey through my work. CS Lewis said, in Till We Have Faces... The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing, to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from, my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing...The longing for home...For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back. My mother told people the first thing I ever drew was a horse before I was three in the dust on the kitchen floor of the little white clapboard parsonage in the North Woods of Wisconsin. In 1963, our family took a trip Out West to Vancouver, BC,...
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