Oil pastel on paper, texted sintra
19.5” x 27.5”
Aug. 15, 2005
It was summer. Young Lexi lay on the sofa having an afternoon nap. She could hear her mother and her grandmother talking in the next room. In her half awakeness, their voices mingled gently with the leaves swishing outside in the summer wind. There were bird sounds far away. Her cheek made an impression on the down cushion.
Now, when she looks at the sofa, what matters most is not the wonderful carving on the back of the sofa, or the S curve of it’s shape. It is the gentle whisper of leaves mixed with the voices of her mother and grandmother, heard in the half sleep of a small girl on a summer afternoon.