The Driveway Divas
The Driveway Divas
40 x 30
2006 / #3
âDriveway Divasâ is the first in 2 more paintings to come about the bathrobe brigade as I call it. Used to be, when I grew up, that our momâs would hang outside and chat while the kids waited to get on the bus. I donât see that anymore. I used to wait outside with my boys when they were little, but those days are gone.
The Divas here are the moms and pops of the neighborhood who hang out in the driveway though oblivious to the kid racing for the bus, much as parents are oblivious to what their own kids are doing half the time nowadays anyway. From left to right, the lady in the purplish robe has just washed her hair and is having a cup of coffee, a common gesture and has borrowed her sonâs shoes to stand outside. In the car and in her robe (havenât we all dropped off the forgotten lunch while still in our jammies?) is the delivery mom. Leaning on the car is the mom with a cold. Notice the nasal strip on her nose, dirty tissues, rumpled sleepwear and bags under the eyes (or is it a hangover?). The dad is not really paying any attention to anything as he just wandered out to get the paper. He was added in and changed from female to male when a friend asked (yet again) why I donât paint men. Fine. Here is your guy. Not very flattering I must say, even forgot his shorts under the baggy sweats.
The symbols of forgotten school stuff are scattered about and represent all the things I have had to take in late at one point or another: books, backpacks, lunch, instrumentâ¦.
40 x 30
2006 / #3
âDriveway Divasâ is the first in 2 more paintings to come about the bathrobe brigade as I call it. Used to be, when I grew up, that our momâs would hang outside and chat while the kids waited to get on the bus. I donât see that anymore. I used to wait outside with my boys when they were little, but those days are gone.
The Divas here are the moms and pops of the neighborhood who hang out in the driveway though oblivious to the kid racing for the bus, much as parents are oblivious to what their own kids are doing half the time nowadays anyway. From left to right, the lady in the purplish robe has just washed her hair and is having a cup of coffee, a common gesture and has borrowed her sonâs shoes to stand outside. In the car and in her robe (havenât we all dropped off the forgotten lunch while still in our jammies?) is the delivery mom. Leaning on the car is the mom with a cold. Notice the nasal strip on her nose, dirty tissues, rumpled sleepwear and bags under the eyes (or is it a hangover?). The dad is not really paying any attention to anything as he just wandered out to get the paper. He was added in and changed from female to male when a friend asked (yet again) why I donât paint men. Fine. Here is your guy. Not very flattering I must say, even forgot his shorts under the baggy sweats.
The symbols of forgotten school stuff are scattered about and represent all the things I have had to take in late at one point or another: books, backpacks, lunch, instrumentâ¦.