"Days Past" | 6.5x6.5 in | oil on wood panel
An original oil painting by Greta Rhuberg.
When I paint, I like to imagine myself as Louisa May Alcott’s Jo March. She is spunky and fun, witty in ways I could never dream of being, but I like to imagine I have an ounce of her imagination on my better days. We both have a penchant for looking back on our lives, both to romanticize the past and criticize who we were in those moments. It’s not a quality I always admire in myself, but if it brings me closer to her, who am I to disapprove.
An original oil painting by Greta Rhuberg.
When I paint, I like to imagine myself as Louisa May Alcott’s Jo March. She is spunky and fun, witty in ways I could never dream of being, but I like to imagine I have an ounce of her imagination on my better days. We both have a penchant for looking back on our lives, both to romanticize the past and criticize who we were in those moments. It’s not a quality I always admire in myself, but if it brings me closer to her, who am I to disapprove.
An original oil painting by Greta Rhuberg.
When I paint, I like to imagine myself as Louisa May Alcott’s Jo March. She is spunky and fun, witty in ways I could never dream of being, but I like to imagine I have an ounce of her imagination on my better days. We both have a penchant for looking back on our lives, both to romanticize the past and criticize who we were in those moments. It’s not a quality I always admire in myself, but if it brings me closer to her, who am I to disapprove.