This is a painting I did while the grandpa was beside me swatting flies. The grandparents are thinking of selling their house which is too big for the two of them and I’m sad about that because I practically spent most of my childhood weekends playing here and about the house. My cousins and I would climb up the stairs to perform a song, or have a picnic with no food under an umbrella.
This is the garden a year or so back.
Whimsybeams 