Funny how we forget the moments like these...... Dedicated to my dear mother who would, from time to time lose it and level the most harsh of punishments..... ......the dreaded go to the couch and sit on your hands!. How could she be so cruel? We were always the sweetest of little red-heads. I can still see the mutinous glint in my sister's eye as we sat, appendages trapped glaring at each other..... Original 4 x 4 gallery-wrapped mini painting in the private collection of J. Smith.
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Sharon Gonzalez 27 Apr 2009
HAHAHAHA LOVE YOUR STYLE AND YOUR WORK, ANNA.Stefani Wehner 27 Apr 2009
I always love your paintings!