A delicate blossom has abandoned it's post on a nearby tree. It's still young, paper thin pedals bracing itself against a very weathered and splintered picnic table. Perhaps a space once filled with laughter, summer popcycles, and games of tag. Now, sitting silent after another winter season. Both sharing the embrace of the mid-morning sun. However, the blossom's presence signals another chance for summer joviality, backyard burgers, and the scent of freshly cut grass. The abandonment is perhaps almost over.
Hand painted, original oil on canvas (24" x 12") gallery wrapped with a clear coat UV protectant.