9" x 12"
oil on canvas board
This house in Chestnut Hill seems almost to contain sunshine. It's cheery countenance is for me a smile. That may be because it is very similar to a house I lived in when I was growing up in the country. My mother looked for years for a house with windows down to the floor and finally found one in Worcester, Pennsylvania. It looked a lot like this but was in the middle of several acres that were for me a little paradise, a refuge from the sturm und drang of adolescence.