Saturday, April 8, 2017
My mom’s flowerpot has been in my life as long as I can remember. I sat it on my hearth to paint and gave it a go.
There are no markings on the bottom and I don’t know its age. It could have been my grandmother’s as well. I’m glad I still have it and it found its way into a painting. It’s become my favorite work so far.
oil on linen board