Did he really say that?

The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = GEORGE CARLIN...Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R.L.SWIHART

Sunday, February 10, 2013

As luck would have it, she grew up to become my Godmother!






The she in the title is, at the time of this photograph, Katherine Oliverio.



The purely italic title, with limited capitals, was lifted verbatim from a July blogpost, Father Frank Revisited




To paraphrase Lewis Carroll, "This picture is so nice, I have posted it thrice."

I photographed the original on a cousin's Family Wall of Fame, many years ago.
The picture's glass frame added an attachment to Father Frank's arm.




Upon viewing the second generation photograph, Carl Hobbes had the natural reaction:
Why is there a lamp in the foreground?
But my ears heard the question differently:
Why is there a lamb in the foreground?
My ears had a Freudian slip but I didn't slip and fall because Carl works in mysterious ways.
All I did was post a painting of Father Frank & the Lamb.











Insert your response to this Oliverio heirloom here:

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Blogger's Note
The text adjacent to the top photographs suffers from a comma overdose because I refuse to reduce the size of my Godmother and my Uncle.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice.

Anonymous said...

Sometime after 1985 and probably well before 1995, I was asked to do a big picture of FF for an Anniversary of his priesthood or maybe his pastorate.

I think it was on very short notice for a party to be held in the St. Anne's Church gymnasium, there was no other request regarding how it should look. So I sketched him as a shepard, in pencil.

Assisted by technology, I put it on the copy machine and enlarged it 400%, probably enlarged then again in sections, until it was large enough to be considered "big". Or maybe to fit the backing that I had. I waxed its sections to the board then embellished it with pastels.

It was most likely sprayed with a preservative which also helps additional layers of pastel to adhere. It does seem as thought more color may have been applied since it was originally framed, but I can't be sure.

It was an artwork created as ephemeral celebratory signage and I didn't expect it to be used after that day. Someone called to ask me to have it framed, which I did.

Father Frank said he wanted to be buried with it. My intent was a double one, not just to portray him as a good shepard but also to put an animal in his arms.

I remember that it was hung from the St. Anne's basketball hoop, high up. And that a lady came over to me and said something unflattering about it.
My mother and I laughed it off (at that point I had become used to rough comments) but the lady called me after to say that she was sorry for what she had said. That was nice of her and I knew she hadn't meant it. I think had been wine had been served.*

Anonymous said...

A more appropriate description of your Uncle's Good Shepherd portrait:

Paper Art made from pencil drawing, embellished with pastel.



Yours Truly

"Miss Anonymouse"
(with the terminal e)