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"I just paint," Vivian Fields once told me."I paint whatever's about."If Vivian could see - or imagine - a person, place or flower, she could capture it in oil paintings.Vivian died last July at age 93, but her art lives on. She created dozens, perhaps hundreds, of paintings in her lifetime.When she died, many of her favorites went to family members and friends, but dozens of others were stored in her studio.Vivian was a longtime member of the San Angelo Art Club. After her death, Vivian's family offered the unclaimed paintings to the club.The club, in turn, has offered to share them with us."The paintings are free, but donations will be gratefully accepted," said Maggie Ault, the club's publicity chairwoman.I came home with two.
One's a farm woman in a red dress and white apron feeding chickens from a bucket. Expectant chickens wait on one side of her, and a curious cat's on the other.The second oil painting factory shows a small boy, maybe 3, dressed in blue overalls. He's looking down at a red flower in his left hand.I would love to ask Vivian about the people in the pictures. Is she the farm woman? Is the little boy hers?During our too-short visit in 2003, she talked about how she created her art."I just paint," she told me. "I paint whatever's about."She said she learned to paint after an illness. The doctor recommended art as therapy, and she took a correspondence course."I never dreamed I could paint," she told me. "But I've been painting ever since, and it's been such a blessing to me."She had her own style. One artist I talked to called it "primitive art," like Grandma Moses. Another said it was "German expressionism."Whatever her style, Vivian painted what she saw, what she knew. Many of her paintings recalled people and places from her past. She grew up in the country, in Coke County, and loved to paint farm scenes: grain harvests; open fields; a child with a lamb.When I visited her home in 2003, Vivian's house was a miniature museum of her own art, her own long life.A portrait oil painting of her late husband smiled from across the room. Another painting showed women sorting ceramic tile in a factory where Vivian once worked.
A third was a painting of Vivian and her newborn son, moments after the child was born at home."That's a house where Uncle Joe a oil painting artist used to live," she said, pointing to hand painted oil paintings.