My last painting, Ode to Mary Ellen, was dedicated to my grandmother. It seemed only fitting to dedicate this one to her husband Walter, my grandfather.
He smokes a pipe, and ever since I was a child I have loved the sweet smell of pipe tobacco. It is never foul as cigarette smoke can be, and it is not insistent like cigar smoke. It insinuates and lingers.
Walter (whom we call "Pop-pop") is a deceptively quiet man. Underneath that quiet exterior lurks a shrewd mind and a subtle sense of humor. I am proud to have him as my grandfather.
Maybe you like this picture because it reminds you of your favorite pipe smoker... or maybe you just like the curly smokey lines in it, or the contrast of the blue against the yellow rose. If you like it, why not buy a print?