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by Anura Guruge

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I found this very well rendered painting, of quite the alluring model, a few weekends ago, at the incredible ‘Swap Shop’ at our Alton (NH) dump.

We always check out the ‘Swap Shop’ (quite often even dropping off stuff to swap) since you never know what ‘treasures’ you may find. I have, over the years, picked up some great books at the dump.

This pictures was inside of a sparsely used, very large, artist’s drawing pad. Most of the pages were blank, but this beauty was in there, still attached to the spiral binding. I had picked up the pad because no paper goes a waste in this house — especially with Teischan around. She is a prolific user of paper for drawing and for her many other craft-related pursuits. Having this picture inside was a bonus.

Kind of feel sad and bad about it. Would love to know WHO painted it. Would love to give it back to them? Was the person forced to get rid of the image? Pity. Was that a real model or was it painted from a picture. I am curious.

IF you know who painted it or you know the subject please contact me. I will gladly relinquish the picture.

But till then ENJOY. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever”. That was the very first English that I had to memorize, as part of my elocution lessons, when I was about 7 or 8, growing up in Ceylon in the 1960s. Given how badly I speak, which such a pronounced oriental accent, would you have realized that they spent good money, for years, making me attend weekly, sometimes bi-weekly (as in twice a week) elocution lessons. The only good thing was that all my elocution teachers were fairly good looking, young, Sinhalese ladies (if not ‘girls’).

P.S., Though I was NOT taught this in Ceylon I have later found that “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” is the first line of a poem, ‘Endymion’, published by famed John Keats, in 1818. The phrase appeared without attribution as the end note of the English text book that my then elocution teacher used. I guess she must have liked it because she asked me to memorize it. I wish I could remember what she looked like. Was she a beauty that would be a joy forever. I could not, alas, tell you.