This is the only piece that has not won an award. It's also the only piece that has not yet been entered into a show.
Here is the story of the painting:
Only three weeks ago, I stopped a little girl in the church basement. “What is your name,” I asked her.
“Jasmine,” she said.
“You’re the girl in my newest painting,” I said.
She jumped up and told everyone in the room.
I loved that her name was Jasmine. It evoked strong associations with the flower and its spicy-sweet scent.
I considered calling it “Jasmine’s Joy” because of the religious connotations but also because of the ice-cream truck. Most people have fond memories of that wonderful sound, followed by the indulgence of ice-cream.
Then “Jasmine in Bloom” came to mind, though I felt a little guilty about its closeness to “Imani in Bloom.”
“Jasmine in Bloom” stuck, however, in part because I began to view them as sister pieces—both about the connection between youth and age and also that sense of hope for renewal.
Here is the story of the painting:
Only three weeks ago, I stopped a little girl in the church basement. “What is your name,” I asked her.
“Jasmine,” she said.
“You’re the girl in my newest painting,” I said.
She jumped up and told everyone in the room.
I loved that her name was Jasmine. It evoked strong associations with the flower and its spicy-sweet scent.
I considered calling it “Jasmine’s Joy” because of the religious connotations but also because of the ice-cream truck. Most people have fond memories of that wonderful sound, followed by the indulgence of ice-cream.
Then “Jasmine in Bloom” came to mind, though I felt a little guilty about its closeness to “Imani in Bloom.”
“Jasmine in Bloom” stuck, however, in part because I began to view them as sister pieces—both about the connection between youth and age and also that sense of hope for renewal.
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