During a particularly difficult time in my life I bought a print of this painting.
The title is Flaming June and about twenty years ago, I was 23, naive and going through some tough things. I needed June. At the time, I didn’t know the painting was famous.
Something spoke to me, and even though I should have spent the money on other things, I had her framed in heavy wood, painted gold, and hung over my new couch.
June represented a much needed rest and tremendous strength at the same time. She was my “get your act together” muse and even though I never bothered to find out who painted her, she watched over me for many years, and I loved her.
This week I am in London with my youngest daughter and Michael. It is one of my favorite cities. We are staying in an apartment and it should…
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