I need to write my blogposts earlier in the day. When I will til 8:30 at night, like right now, I'm thinking I would much rather sit down with a cup of hot tea and a book and start to settle in for the night. But I am committed to writing a daily post, so here I am.
This little painting was a rarity for me. A still life, painted from my real life, about 15 years ago. I loved the simplicity of it. It evokes a place in time. Gratefully one to which I may return.
I look at this painting now (sold years ago to my aunt) and see the things about it that I believe I could, and would, paint better were I to do it now.
That's ok. It was... then. And whether or not the painting is up to a certain skill level of fine art (whatever the heck that is) it is still kinda fun. I think it was about 6" square.
What does it say... to you?