Description I will always remember my mother's white roses that bloomed every year beside the picket fence. She would often cut some to give our next-door neighbor, Miss Cogan. I was only seven years old when I first met our neighbor. To my surprise I would come to have a meaningful relationship with a retired schoolteacher in her eighties. In addition to our age disparity, I did not particularly like teachers. I remember helping her get the crystal glass vase from the cabinet under the sink. She was the first person ever to invite me in for tea. I pretended that I was an experience tea drinker. We talked about birds and nature - subjects that interested both of us. In her backyard, she had a stone pond with goldfish. I will never forget her pointing her boney finger at a plant that was just ready to bloom. Do you know where this came from? She asked me and giggled a bit. I shook my head waiting for her to continue. A friend dropped it off. She told me. She had my attention. Then, she explained that a migrating bird must have dropped it here, as it was not a plant found in New York or other northern states. She invited me inside and she talked about how Hawaii was originally just barren volcanic rock until passing birds turned the Island into a paradise with their droppings. We had tea and talked many times for the next several years. I learned more from Miss Cogan than I had from any teacher at school. Every summer when the roses bloomed by the fence, my mother snipped some flowers for me to give Miss Cogan. My mother always quoted Robert Frost and added her own twist: 'good fences make good neighbors, but white roses make friends forever'. Milk-White Roses,' is a hand-painted digital image and composite of original photos created in Spadecallers Florida Studio on 10/31/2021.
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About the Artist: Spadecaller (Matt Schwartz) is the pseudonym he uses for his visual art, writing, poetry, and video creations; initially, the name came about by his direct approach on subjects that focus on humanitarian issues that impact our world today. He's known to call a spade a spade.
In the late 1950’s, Spadecaller’s formal training in traditional oil painting techniques commenced. He was eight years old, when he started private painting lessons. Through considerable personal sacrifice, his mother, who has since passed away, nurtured his artistic talents and provided him with many of the tools and circumstances to launch his creative journey. Memories of art exhibitions in New York City that his mother introduced him to continue to motivate his quest for excellence. Spadecaller attended The School of Visual Arts in New York City (1970-71), and during the 70's up until the late 80's, he exhibited acrylic and oils in Montreal and New York. As a realist painter, he strives to capture the beauty of nature and the soul of humankind. Due to the onset of chronic illness in the late nineties and with the advent of image editing software, he turned to creating digital hand painted images, mixed media and photographic art - fusing these into an art form worthy of the same gratification that he had once found in oils.
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