When I was a child, Paul used to tell me bedtime stories of his travels to Africa from the 1920's. His vivid imagery left me more awake than sleepy. When he said good-night I would grab his pant leg and beg him to please tell me more. I grew up looking at his paintings and imagining that I too, would go to Africa one day.
|At the Tregoning gallery in Cleveland where this painting by my grandfather hangs.|
|Lion Hunters, 1928|
|Flowers, 1929 by Paul Travis|
I was just cleaning up my files on the computer and came across this jpeg I found some years ago on the internet- It must have come from an online sale or something. Anyway- I have never seen this small painting of my grandfather's but love his classic soft palette and weightless style. These flowers appear to be swaying underwater.