This painting is in honor of my great aunt Polly, who was great in more ways than one. It is a portrait of a chair that was down in her basement because it needed repairs, kind of passed over because it was fragile. But it has grace and beauty, much like its owner did.
This is a portrait of my grandfather's rocking chair, 48" x 48", oil on canvas. I'm including a drawing of Marwin, so you can see the wonderful man who loved to sit there. At one point he replaced the seat, which accounts for the organic placing of the tacks. There were only 3 places to sit in my grandfather's house. He had a rocker, my grandmother had a rocker, and there was an old leather couch just big enough for 2 people to sit on. Otherwise, we sat on the floor, which we didn't mind too much.