End of nasturtiums and bad bowls...

Sometimes I wonder if my brain is lopsided. When I see things like this bowl, I wonder where my eyeballs were as I was painting this funky acrylic on canvas, a canvas that I had used to sketch a picture of Jack playing the cello when he was much younger. If you look closely, you can still see remnants of the penciled face in the top part of the painting. I like the way the inside of the bowl ooks and the inside of the plate, but the rest is ready for the trash. Sad to end my painting days in such a skewed fashion, but such is life.