Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Grandpa's Dining Room
9 x 12" Oil on Wood
Grandpa's dining room. My Aunt Joanna got really worked up when I didn't dry the table after I washed it. So for her I polished it to a high gloss and added a bowl of fruit so she would be able to sleep that night.
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