Another type of painting my father enjoyed doing was still life. Some of them were quite realistic. Others were more contrived in his own mind. He was always creative in the colors that he used, blending imaginative color schemes with reality. This one consists mainly of primary colors. I can't remember where this one ended up. It's another poor shot from last year.
I remember this one hanging up in our house while I was growing up, also.
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