The light coming in from the window is the light of God, the beginning of a new day. My father is an immigrant from the Netherlands and I graduated from a dutch reformed college. I mention this because I have always felt an strong affinity with Dutch painting. I think this piece has a hint of Vermeer. She is taking time to put fruit in a bowl because fresh fruit is beautiful. The still life articles here have all since been lost or broken. The dress she wears is from the forties and just showed up at our house one day in a box of clothes someone left on our porch. I love the pattern and the pink piping around the collar and the pockets. The dress hangs in the basement. Her hair was inspired by a book on cosmetology from the early sixties that my librarian friend passed on to me. He had intercepted the book on its way to the dumpster. Our house hold is often full of the clatter of young children, ringing telephones, and laundry waiting to be put away spilling out of baskets. In these paintings I have a place to go that is quiet and balanced. They are a place of solitude and rest.