Red Vase on the Kitchen Window Sill
Oil on Wood Panel
This morning I stopped to smell the roses. And cut a few. I put them in all my favorite vases on every sill and table top. The house is filled with their sweet fragrance and simple beauty. I can't help remembering the time that I sent images of a few flower paintings to a woman who was considering including my work in her gallery. She fired back an e-mail saying, "Flowers! Not in MY gallery." And that was the end of that. Never to be heard from again. Flowers. Fatal error.