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| Field Hare by Albrecht Durer |
It began with just this one hare hanging over the piano in our first apartment. We bought the frame at a
garage sale; my husband cut the matting for it with a hand tool. Herr Albrecht was soon joined by others--hares and rabbits alike--and not just pictures but plaques, figurines, book ends, napkin
rings, plush toys, cushions, Christmas ornaments and even a lamp finial and candle.
They do tend to multiply.
Eventually I grew weary of rabbit bric-a-brac and many of them ended up in garage sales. Not this fellow; I have never grown weary of him.
I have bought many of the pictures I own because they speak to me in some way, but I bought Field Hare just because I liked the look of him. Herr Albrecht has been hanging in our home on one wall or another for nearly forty years. His clothes have changed—new matting, new frame—but I am so accustomed to having him around that I have developed a sentimental attachment to him. He will probably hang around for as long as I do.
I have bought many of the pictures I own because they speak to me in some way, but I bought Field Hare just because I liked the look of him. Herr Albrecht has been hanging in our home on one wall or another for nearly forty years. His clothes have changed—new matting, new frame—but I am so accustomed to having him around that I have developed a sentimental attachment to him. He will probably hang around for as long as I do.
I have always loved this picture of yours, and now knowing the story behind it even makes it more lovely.
ReplyDeleteAn Albrecht Durer has endurance, doesn't he?
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