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By DAPHNE HUTCHINSON
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Teacher, photographer program designer, counselor, dancer, writer, and artist, Laurie Marshall will turn the spotlight on art this Sunday as an exhibit of her work opens at Washington’s Middle St. Gallepr.
Her oil paintings of Rappahannock’s people and countryside deserve center stage. Marshall’s disturbing and haunting collages merit a share in the spotlight as well.
Most of the people she has painted are gone now. They were old when Laurie met them. They were old when she painted them, capturing with her brush the dignity and grace that marked old age for each. There’s Clarence Dearing, wearing a gentle smile, his huge helping hands dominating the portrait and grabbing the viewer’s attention. There’s Fannie Starks who, three months before she died at 65 of a heart attack, created this poem: I am a grandma. I love to roam through the woods, like a bird. I love to play with children.
I am a duck, an Easter duck. I love to have children play with me.
I am a green forest. I watch the trees and flowers grow.
I am a minister, a candle. I shine through the night
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