What an art studio. A leather sofa + mucky water + assorted partially dried acrylic paint + kid art paintbrushes + a Crayola white board table + sporadic warnings from my mother: "careful of the rug!" + foam plates for mixing + my universal TV DVD VCR remote = two nights of surprisingly refreshing progress.
This year's Christmas present for my dad. I even named it this time: Waiting at the Wishing Well.
It's actually rather symbolic of this past year and bumps along the family lane, but nothing more than that. I'm proud of the attempt at shading the well.
By the way, they're cold, not smoking.
No comments:
Post a Comment