Remember when I showed you my beautiful bath? Well, this is what I get to look at when I'm soaking, or when I'm leaving the bathroom. Isn't it fantastic?
My dad's mother painted it many years ago. She died several years before I was born, so it has to be more than 30 years old. It's not finished, and I often wonder where she was headed with certain parts of it, but I never get tired of studying it and getting lost in it.
This is on the opposite wall so I see it when I walk into the bathroom.
I painted this one several years ago on request for an event. My husband says I can never get rid of it. I borrowed it for my office once and he complained, so I brought it back.