One of the wonderful things about living in a large city for five years was all of the civic art. There were brass plaques with bits of poetry, quotes etched in sidewalks in some obscure part of town, carved granite proverbs on the front of old buildings. Here in suburban California, we’ve got the odd mural, but in an old, old city like Glasgow there are plinths and statues, museums all over, the odd bit of stained glass in a hallway window of an old pub… art was just everywhere.
I love this painting. It’s called The Sabbath Candles, by Dora Holzhandler who was born in 1928 and died last month in West London. I didn’t know she was famous… I thought the painting was just a wonderful thing I’d discovered.
The description says, “An evocative painting, depicting the artist’s warm personal memories of a Jewish family’s traditional Sabbath meal.” I love this painting. I found it tucked away in a tiny gallery on the grounds of The Glasgow Cathedral, just on a walk one day, wandering the grounds to get out of the rain.
Important or obscure artists, “discovered” by nobodies. I’m grateful that beauty is all over, and that finding it makes us all equal.