A torn, map like surface holds together small houses, fences, open fields, blue gray sky, and clusters of pale flowers. The edges are dark and uneven, making the scene feel less like a complete landscape than a remembered place pieced back together. Rose Kimbrough looks toward the rural areas outside Birmingham, where passing through a small community could become part of a lasting childhood memory. The work carries both warmth and uncertainty. Some areas feel sunny and familiar, while others suggest the strange shadows seen from a car window at dusk and dawn. Rose does not separate what was really there from what was shaped by imagination. Instead, she lets both exist in the same surface. The piece becomes a quiet reflection on how a place seen briefly in childhood can stay vivid, changing each time it is remembered.
Pine Flat is a neighborhood one from Birmingham would, more than likely, pass on the way towards Panama City Beach right before hitting Montgomery. I have memories, from when I was younger, when my mom would take us through that small community, and I'd look out the back window and stare at all the farms, and cattle. Sometimes the Pine Flat I would look out to would be sunny and inviting. Sometimes when we drove by, it was dusk or dawn, and I'd see shadows, and things within them that weren't really there, but made up by me imagination. This piece is a reflection of that childhood memory.
