My father paints!
Maybe this is why I am drawn to painting myself.
The painting of the arbor is one of my favorites.
I am lucky to own one, there are only three similar and no more.
My father has not painted any like it since. . . . . . .
One of his floral paintings.
I think I prefer his old barn ones the best, I have yet to get one of those, there is time.
He still paints.
It has our initials on the tree.
The tree of life.
He paints during the winter when he is not busy being a farmer.
The boy draws because the Grandfather paints!
It's in his bones to be artistic.