"Exhale" by Artist Lisa Rae Winant
Image used by permission of the Artist
48 x 20 / oil on panel
48 x 20 / oil on panel
It was refreshing to see the bright shades of blue, green and other colors fill the air. She gazed at the balloons, the light from the sun making them shine. They hung from a plainly decorated orange-brown booth. The man behind was selling the balloons, likely waiting for children to pass by. However, the only surrounding guests that day were adults who loitered around the area.
She had come to see this area on the recommendation from a friend. After suffering through a horrific accident followed by an intense surgery she needed a place where she could relax and forget about her troubles. It was not a vastly populated area -- it had many different species of tree and few booths containing people who were looking to sell various types of merchandise. In particular, she was quite fond of the balloons. They added more color and life into this otherwise overbearingly green area. It was then that she saw the balloon stand owner let out a tiny scream.
The balloons began floating away together. She could not help but watch as the mixture of colors filled the sky. The man behind the booth was panicking realizing that any money that was to be made was drifting off into the sky, never to return. Even though that particular man saw the flight of these balloons as something negative, she could not help but disagree. The fact that they only left for the sky so slowly and gracefully made a feeling of relaxation come over her. She turned, her back to the booth, and took a deep breath. The wind continued to blow, but gently this time, pushing her hair ever so slightly into her face. Another deep breath. It felt so good to be free.
She had come to see this area on the recommendation from a friend. After suffering through a horrific accident followed by an intense surgery she needed a place where she could relax and forget about her troubles. It was not a vastly populated area -- it had many different species of tree and few booths containing people who were looking to sell various types of merchandise. In particular, she was quite fond of the balloons. They added more color and life into this otherwise overbearingly green area. It was then that she saw the balloon stand owner let out a tiny scream.
The balloons began floating away together. She could not help but watch as the mixture of colors filled the sky. The man behind the booth was panicking realizing that any money that was to be made was drifting off into the sky, never to return. Even though that particular man saw the flight of these balloons as something negative, she could not help but disagree. The fact that they only left for the sky so slowly and gracefully made a feeling of relaxation come over her. She turned, her back to the booth, and took a deep breath. The wind continued to blow, but gently this time, pushing her hair ever so slightly into her face. Another deep breath. It felt so good to be free.
I love this painting; it hangs in the home of good friends. I got to see it Super Bowl Sunday. It's like visiting an old friend since I recall when Lisa was working on it. Glad you chose it.
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