Lone Tomato

So there was a lone, home grown tomato sitting on the kitchen table, innocently reflecting the daylight from two windows while simultaneously picking up the warm color of the tablecloth it was resting on. I did my best to immortalize it, because tomatoes don’t last too long in this home. Especially when there’s bacon in the ‘fridge.

Watercolor wash on a corner of a piece of Arches paper.

Way back

jazz

in grade school, I fancied myself learning to play the trumpet. At home, however, this idea was immediately, and perhaps wisely, discouraged. Here I am anyway, blaring away. Gouache and watercolor on bristol board.

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