My family’s Art

 I couldn't tell you who the artist is, where it came from or when it was painted or bought, but I do know one thing: I like it.

I have always appreciated not only the scene depicted within, but the frame as well. My first memories of it was of me staring at it in our living room in New Jersey, on my mother's fashionable (or what she thought was fashionable) avocado-green leather furniture. I would contemplate it for long periods time when I was bored, or trying to escape the scorching humidity of New Jersey summers. I would channel the wintry scene to either help cool me down, or invoke calming thoughts of snow quieting the noises outside. Some of my more creative moments of my teenage years came while sitting in front of that painting and I will treasure that forever.

I'm grateful to my brother, who was the caretaker of this piece while we travelled the world and who generously allowed me to have it when we moved back to North America.