I thought it was funny that I have these pictures of my Italian grandfathers and both happen to be standing in this kind of mock he-man pose. So, at the beginning of December, I decided to turn them into a diptych painting. I never make sketches but I created this little layout thing (below) to get me started. The canvases are 30”w X 48”d and I’ve been working on both at the same time so that the colors are consistent and the background design overlaps. However, because they’re very stylized, they won’t end up looking realistic but I’m not going for an exact likeness anyway. Just trying to capture something like matching machismo. Or strutting and peacocking grandpops.
So I only met RAY (in the bathing suit) once, at the end of his life. He was in his 70’s and I was in my 20’s. At the time, he was living in a junky trailer, talked nonstop only about himself, and had the biggest hands I’d ever seen. They reminded me of bear paws and I suppose they came in handy from back in his old-timey football days. His family star diminished when he came out of the Navy, and promptly abandoned his wife and children, including my mom who was 6 years old at the time. The family then had to go onto welfare to make ends meet while he ran off to be with a person named Gertrude Crammer. And yes, that really was her dumb name.
However, FRANK (in the jazzy slacks) was kind and funny and I was his first spoiled grandchild. He worked as an airplane mechanic and had an easy-going, friendly way about him. I thought he was pretty funny too, like when he pushed his false teeth out of his head with his tongue. We grandkids would squeal with laughter while my grandmother yelled, “Stop it Frank…that’s disgusting!” I also remember that for some reason, he liked to eat raw hot dogs. (Yep, we’re a classy bunch.) He also had blue eyes and a nice smile and I thought he was handsome so maybe he was my first crush. I called him Poppy, and he died when I was 10.
Didn’t call the other one anything. But maybe if he had been around, he’d be a different variety of Poppy. (Hence, the poppy flowers in the background.) And I wonder if either were still alive, would they appreciate the painterly corniness oozing out of their oh-so-awesome blabbermouthy granddaughter?
Anyway now, as I make my way to the end, I’m still mulling over titles like The Poppies, Italian Poppies, or maybe I’ll simply use my favorite…Ray and Frank. I tend to usually go with THE most boring, descriptive titles ever.
Cuz it is what it is.
And they were what they were.