This is Bea Tate-Endert’s studio window in the Barracks. Brushes and blossoms and Bea’s careful touch to her rich oil paintings brought an e. e. cummings poem to mind.
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and
without breaking anything.
Here are two paintings by Bea. These sushi paintings are postcard-sized oils. Luscious!
The tobiko eggs shine and each grain of rice is deliniated. I might have to have this one.
I am so lucky to have her across the hall from me. Her care and delicacy show her deep aesthetic celebrating food and the good life. Look at her Sennelier acrylic paints. Even they look good enough to eat!
AND–she invites me from across the hall to come over for absinthe, with sugar cube and spoon, in a French glass embossed with honeybees. Take your “perhaps hand” and put it in mine. Spring just got a lot better!
Saltworkstudio | Suzanne Edminster 
Nice poem. Bea did a good job on the rice — I just tried painting some and it was difficult!
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I think e. e. cummings has such a delicate touch with poetry. He’s the master of spring. I know you don’t go for sushi, but you should see some of her other food paintings. Yumm.
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I like the whole meal here. . .the spring outside the window, the poem and the almost edible paintings!
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Delicious spring! Thanks, Susan.
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Thank you Suzanne for posting these pics,for your comments, and the lovely poem. Yes…it was a glorious spring like Sunday at the studio and I felt privileged being invited to be an observer during you class critique. I can see why they fill up so quickly. I am happy to share a glass of the Green Fairy with you anytime. I especially love the way she tingles on the tongue, warming it for the sweet taste of licorice.
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Yes, it was the first time I did the “critique”– for lack of a better word– in the large downstairs lobby. It gets pretty crowded in the studio between people and paintings. I’ll be posting pictures of the class and their work next week. Glad you liked the post!
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Puddles are the Studio Spring 2 blog coming up! Prescient Robert!
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