My favorite painting is the one I have on my wall that I bought at a local flea market last summer.
I don't think it has a name.
But it's a painting of a small farmhouse and the front porch area and right in front of the house is a small cemetery where I guess people or family members who lived in the house are now buried. I bought the painting because the house really looks like where I live.
I'm looking at it now. It's a great painting.
Wait a second...there's like a guy who's actually peaking over one of the graves and kind of looks like he's crawling out or something. I never saw that before. Wow. Every time I look at this thing, I see something new. That's great art. But....
WEEIRDORAMA.
Anyway...it's an awesome painting. I wish I knew the name. Let me check...maybe there's a name under the signature.
Oh boy...hmmmf...Glancing back at the painting I see the guy that was crawling out of the grave is now walking towards the house. I'm a little freaked out, people. I admit it.
Jeeez. The house really looks like the place I live and he's now at the front door.
I'm flipping out here a little bit.
Anyway....whatever. Great painting. I'm totally trying to get into art these days.
Hang on, there's a knock at my door. BRB for lack of a better internet...uh... whatever the right word is for BRB or LOL. Let me get this knock.