There once was a boy named Howard who took a picture of a pink building in his neighborhood and little did he know that one day years later a crazy old lady would paint a picture of it for him for his workiversary because she didn’t think she could paint a portrait of his lovely mother with any amount of justice. She had no idea that painting buildings is a huge pain the butt, HOWARD
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Oi on panel
12” x 16”
Black frame