Saltshaker in the glovebox
Let me explain. The wacky titles of my paintings are either my family’s sayings or a snippet of a memory I share with them. This is a “juicy” one..
an artist’s story…
The area that I grew up in was all forest and farmland 40 years ago. In the middle of one of the forested areas there was a greenhouse/nursery. They had a little drive up window where they would sell whatever was ripe at the time. Our favourite time to go was when the tomatoes were ready and still warm from the sun. We’d pull up in our car to the cute little window, pay our fee and take our box of tomatoes. We didn’t even park, we’d eat them as we were driving. To make that experience even sweeter, Mom kept a salt shaker in the glove box. We’d give a tomato a lick, shake some salt on it and eat like it or an apple. There was always a big pile of Dairy Queen napkins to catch all the drips as they’d run down our elbows. It’s beautiful how a small moment back then seemed so insignificant but is so profound now. These little moments shaped me. I take that wisdom and apply it everyday with my own daughter now. Its a gift that I have this perspective knowing few years I have left with my parents. xo Ronei.