An original oil sketch of a still life on panel.

The nostalgic green of this glass bottle reminds me of a time I was a child and asked my grandmother why she bought a similar vase at a garage sale when it was just old and empty. She gently told me, “Oh my dear, it’s not empty, it’s full of life. It’s purpose is to sit there and allow you to admire its beauty.” I’ve never looked at glass pieces the same again.