Oatmeal on My Mother's Olde English Placemat (thinking I am becoming my mother) final
In the past couple of years I began eating oatmeal again in the mornings as I had when I was a child. Now, I bury a bit of butter in its hot middle, drizzle it with maple syrup and drop on raspberries, indulgences my mother would not have allowed. One day I noticed that I had placed my bowl of oatmeal on my mother's Olde English board placemat, and it struck me that I might be becoming my mother after all.
11" x 14" x 1.5" oil on canvas. Painting continues around the sides, no need to frame.