Egg tempera on panel, 21 x 30 cm
The sound of an oboe elicits a feeling of sorrow in me; I find it hard to listen to, unless I prepare. I want to turn away from music sometimes. Of all the arts, it is the one that may be the most evocative for me, and sometimes a sound can unlock something long forgotten with almost violent intensity. So, when I pulled the brass oboe player out of my Christmas stocking I knew he would find a starring role in a painting early in 2026, perhaps on Twelfth night?
“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die,” William Shakespeare,Twelfth Night.
The oboe player is one of four items in this painting that I received over the holidays. Each has enchanted me. Can you tell?
Egg tempera on panel, 21 x 30 cm
The sound of an oboe elicits a feeling of sorrow in me; I find it hard to listen to, unless I prepare. I want to turn away from music sometimes. Of all the arts, it is the one that may be the most evocative for me, and sometimes a sound can unlock something long forgotten with almost violent intensity. So, when I pulled the brass oboe player out of my Christmas stocking I knew he would find a starring role in a painting early in 2026, perhaps on Twelfth night?
“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die,” William Shakespeare,Twelfth Night.
The oboe player is one of four items in this painting that I received over the holidays. Each has enchanted me. Can you tell?
