It’s sunny, and I have the window open. It’s nice painting with oils and being able to breath in the fresh outside air. The best.
Work in Progress. #Wip
I started collecting teacups years ago.
Each of them has a significance: Gifted by someone I love, something I picked up travelling around, or even inherited by someone who passed away.
It’s funny: I don’t drink tea from them. Although I do have romantic ideas about having a tea party someday. They maybe have become too sacred to use at this point.