An Original Oil Painting by Gerald King
Starry Night
RIVERDALE PARK SERIES
As I painted the new train depot, I learned
that the railroad was not just a part of the history of our community.
It was
part of our everyday lives. Everyone in our community is familiar with
the
rolling freight trains and the
sounds of their howling horns and
the clanging
bills at rail crossings. You get used to it and only feel its absence
when you
are away from it. Visitors to the area are much more aware of it and
may wonder
how we cope with
such an intrusion. Yet to us, it is like a soft
music, which
lulls us to sleep at night, and wakes us in the morning.
But when
you are standing for some time near
the tracks, as I was while I sketched and drew the depot, you cannot
be
unaware. The old retired trainmen who are there with their watches to
log in
all the passing engines seem to live
just to watch and
listen to this pageant
of sites and sounds they bring their grandchildren to teach them about
punctuality, power and responsibility "yep, right on time" " She
got six engines. Must be going to pick up a lot more
then
she's carrying
now." Must have some problem with the signal, she'll be here soon."
From generation to
generation the depot has been the schoolroom
for many of
those who live in the shadow of the railroad. All over the
world the same scene
is replayed over and over, and we can be assured that we are not alone.
One night I visited the depot and pondered the
Hale Bobb comet poised in the
story I had heard of a
special birth. I added 13 little white flowers in a circle of soil to
honor the
birth of our nation.
We are not alone.
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#327 Title of work: "StarryNight"1997 Medium: oil on linen Dimensions: (22" x 28") Price: |

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