After my grandmother built her rather grand house in Forest Hill, she had a decorator come in and help her with the interior. The house had a definite Spanish flavour, inspired by houses that my grandmother had seen in Panama. Inside, there was a curving staircase, a good deal of wrought iron and stuccoed walls.
The decorator’s name was Minerva Elliot. Even now her name drifts through time to the present in a charmed way, as though her unusual name, Minerva, can somehow work magic. Perhaps it did, because the hallmark of Minerva’s work, to me, is that she painted everything gold. All the lamps from that time - wonderfully carved and turned from wood - were painted gold.
Oil pastel on paper, texted sintra
27.5” x 19.5”
Feb. 7, 2005