Day 9: Oranges
6”x6” oil on stretched canvas
I painted these oranges because they make me think of living at home with my parents. I’m so grateful for them.
When I was little my mom and dad planted all kinds of fruit trees in their backyard, but the ones that really thrived are five orange trees. California has a long history with cultivating this fruit, and the trees do incredibly well in this climate with some care.
Now the scent of sweet orange blossoms brings me back to that yard and memories of picking oranges as a kid. It is always amazing for me to see how things have changed and yet stay the same. The skinny little trees they planted are tall with thick trunks now and every time I visit there is a huge bowl of oranges on the dining table, yet my parents always insist I go pick some fruit off the trees to take home.
6”x6” oil on stretched canvas
I painted these oranges because they make me think of living at home with my parents. I’m so grateful for them.
When I was little my mom and dad planted all kinds of fruit trees in their backyard, but the ones that really thrived are five orange trees. California has a long history with cultivating this fruit, and the trees do incredibly well in this climate with some care.
Now the scent of sweet orange blossoms brings me back to that yard and memories of picking oranges as a kid. It is always amazing for me to see how things have changed and yet stay the same. The skinny little trees they planted are tall with thick trunks now and every time I visit there is a huge bowl of oranges on the dining table, yet my parents always insist I go pick some fruit off the trees to take home.
6”x6” oil on stretched canvas
I painted these oranges because they make me think of living at home with my parents. I’m so grateful for them.
When I was little my mom and dad planted all kinds of fruit trees in their backyard, but the ones that really thrived are five orange trees. California has a long history with cultivating this fruit, and the trees do incredibly well in this climate with some care.
Now the scent of sweet orange blossoms brings me back to that yard and memories of picking oranges as a kid. It is always amazing for me to see how things have changed and yet stay the same. The skinny little trees they planted are tall with thick trunks now and every time I visit there is a huge bowl of oranges on the dining table, yet my parents always insist I go pick some fruit off the trees to take home.