It was a folk art kind of day.
The sun was shining. 
My rug was glowing.
Great tunes were on the stereo. 
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed 
one of the chairs staring at me as if 
wondering why it had not been chosen as 
a subject. Its other comrades had not
 only been painted, but some more than once! 
It has now joined the ranks.
Onto framing and adding epoxy resin.

by Rachel Jones
Acrylic on Wood


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