This old chair, battered, worn and comfortable it has born witness to a life. Brought by a mother for her son for his first study room at school it has been with him ever since. The boy grew into a man, life threw at him what it throws at most of us, he became a father and life moves on. The chair sits, like a quiet guardian of a private history. A lovely thing. A possession like this is always a lovely thing and I really enjoy painting such a treasure.
This will be at the Watercolour and Works on Paper Fair.