Roses in a jar. Funny the synchronicity of our sketches. Today, of all days, I just couldn’t resist them. Then there they are on E.’s kitchen counter too.
The painting above is available as a print.
(One bit of synchronicity recently but not posted: a day when I didn’t sketch a dead bird but E did. A bird had perished by smacking into our front window at full speed, the corpse looked completely in tact and surprisingly peaceful, it offered an excellent anatomy lesson but my son lobbied for immediate, proper burial. No drawing. That same day E’s post was, you guessed it, a dead bird.)