Description
On hot, sticky summer Saturdays when we were kids, my sisters and I would walk up to the local orchard, where we would get ice cream, pet the kid-goats and avoid the strange neighbor boy #1 (there were 3). We would race to the trashcan to toss our popsicle stick and wrapper, and get away from the can to avoid the wasps around it, who were crazed by the sugar from previous ice cream treats. It’s funny, the memories that something like Orange Creamsicle ice cream gives you. I felt so strongly about that that I got a recipe for a smoothie version. It comes with the purchase of this art.
This painting is 8 x 8 x 1.5”, acrylic on newspaper-covered panel.
All paintings are unframed unless otherwise noted.
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