12x16 Resin coated 

One of the most powerful smells for me- that brings me back to lazy early Sunday mornings in the 90s with my dad- is the smell of burnt breakfast food and cigarette smoke.

In Vegas, I had a grumpy old man neighbor that disliked me and my dogs immensely. If he wasn’t ignoring me completely he would be scowling out the window. He was a chain cigarette smoker though and he always burnt his breakfast with the sunrise on Sundays.

He will never know the gift he gave me- the memory of reading the tribune & eating Frosted Flakes while my Dad smoked merit cigarettes & burned the eggs. 

This painting is a reminder of all of those unexpected reminders- that if I just focus enough can come back out as art and a short story.