dad and old dishware

 

I'm thinking of painting this photo of my father -  he's twenty and about to be married and he's darkly dashing and soulful.  I think I'd like to see it everyday on my art wall. blurry black and white paint only- the only question is how big or small. 

and this bowl with the faded over fifty years flowers. it belonged to my friend Bill who I apt shared in the Village soon after we were hippie housemates in Ohio college. I think of him whenever I wash it, much like my plates that were my best friends until he died in 1990. Maybe thats why I like them so much. 

If bowls and plates remind you of someone you think of them often because you see and touch them all the TIME if they're your every day go to.