Frankly, I’m a little bit in love with Wendy Chidester‘s exquisite paintings that bring old, worn, out of date objects into a new, bright, and warmly vibrant light. I love the quasi simplicity; how, all all of vivid details and colors call to mind a portrait. You can’t help but look at these and think about the lives these objects have lived, the hands that have touched them, they stories they could tell. Or maybe you’re just entranced by the intricate charm and elegance we gave to everyday objects – at least a different sort than proliferates today.
They remind me a touch, but differently of Charlotte Beaundry’s trophy paintings I posted about over a year ago (here)