Memories of India
During my first trip to
India twenty years ago, I took a picture of a fish seller.
When I returned, I painted the fish seller.
In India, as I talked with members of a university psychology department,
they expressed the desire to move into the "modern" world without
losing the
peace, acceptance, and harmony of Indian life. This man symbolized the peaceful
acceptance
that we don't often have in the US. Each morning he collected fish; each afternoon
he sold fish until he had enough money to buy dinner; and each evening he
had dinner with his family.
Perhaps I am romanticizing.
The painting is in my living
room, serving as a reminder.