Reminiscing on all that went on at my grandma’s house, where our extended family would gather every Christmas when I was a kid. I was imagining this painting as if it was still happening, and we were all still there, in another timeline.

Maybe This is What Nanny’s House Looks Like Right Now

36 x 36, Acrylic on canvas

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