I could have sworn I asked about this back when I was posting as a guest, but a search of the archives didn’t turn it up. So here goes nothing!
I’m hoping that any Dopers who know art (and I use the term rather loosely) can help me track down this picture. My parents bought it at a department store when they were dating; perhaps Woolworths or somewhere similar. Google-fu fails me, so I’m posting a link to a photograph of it. (Link is broken due to a slight NSFW wardrobe “malfunction.”)
Is there more to it than what’s featured in the linked photo (is she on a horse or something)? The style doesn’t look familiar at all. Sort of '80s metal cover.
There’s only slightly more to the picture than what’s shown. (I cropped my dad’s face out, and with him a bit of the edges there.) She’s sitting on some rocks. I really don’t know much about it. My parents bought it for cheap way back in the early to mid 70s.
Thanks to you both for trying to help me. I get the feeling I’ll be searching for this thing until the day I die…
picunurse: There’s a space between ‘photo’ and ‘bucket’ that you need to remove when you paste it in your browser. (change “photo bucket” to “photobucket”)
That said, no idea about the artist Sorry for not being more helpful.
That’s by Vinciatta/Vinceatta, a.k.a. Joseph King. The title is something like “Gathering Storm” or “Broken Silence”. My wife’s parents owned it when she was little and sold it in a rummage sale. We recently found it again at a small rural auction. I’ll try some Google to see if I can dig up more specifics.
Thank you very much! (lowers gaze, blushes). I was a little off on the name, though – it’s Vinciata, and Google image search provides numerous images matching freekalette’s under the title “Broken Silence”.
Oh my!! If you all could see me right now, you’d laugh till you peed your pants. I’m bawling so hard, and giddy and can hardly see to type! I am truly moved beyond words.
Thank you, Charogne, you’ll never know how much this means to me. And thank you to everyone who chimed in to try to help me out. I appreciate it lots.
This painting is intrinsically linked with my childhood. When I was little, it hung on the living room wall, the only “art” we owned. The woman in the picture looks remarkably like my mother did at the time she married my father, and I remember my dad’s friends insisting that he’d had her portrait painted and framed. (Never mind that it was a reprint on cardboard, rather than an original!) Whenever I did something wrong, I’d have to sit in a chair facing the wall, and think about what I did and why I shouldn’t have done it. Instead, I’d sit and stare at this picture, wondering who this woman was, and why she was sitting on a rock when it looked ready to storm. Why were her clothes so tattered? Did she have a romantic encounter with a lover who then left her? Was she attacked, and swearing venegance upon those who brought her misery? Was she Cinderella, waiting for her fairy godmother to appear? (Hey, I was little!)
When my parents divorced, I went to stay with my mother, and the painting became mine. Since I was only 11, it was put into storage in the basement, until I grew up and had a house of my own to hang it in. About a year later, the basement flooded terribly. The picture was on a high shelf, but the damp had got to it, and it mildewed beyond all hope. With heavy heart, I threw it away. For the past 15 years, I have regretted letting any harm come to that beautiful, flimsy thing. And now my heart sings!
Sorry for not being more helpful.