|the death of winter 55x34cm|
i do like to go to the library on tuesday nights as it is pajama night and Susan has a seemingly infinite array of interesting pajamas but i often find myself there in the middle of the day under a bright sky engaged in an interesting conversation with Patrick.
the history of the world is thick with paintings and i wasn't thinking of watteau's "mezzetin" when i snapped a photo of my nephew, the photographer playing my sister's guitar on a summer's night but with that statue of aphrodite in the back yard how could i not have. the statue has some meaning but my sister will only tell me that it is hard to mow around.
|erin's flying carpet 21x21cm|
you are thinking she is going to crash but no, the carpet comes with eyes. you might also think that aurel is being venerated for sitting on the pillar but they are actually imploring him to come down already and get something to eat.