When I came across a box of old baseballs, I knew they’d find there way in a painting or two.
I was never really much of a ball player, but when I picked up a ball and held one after so long, it brought back memories of summers spent playing catch in the yard, joining pick-up games down the end of the street, and cruising around on my bike with my glove wedged on the handlebars.
medium: oil on canvas
size: 24″x 24″
status: Available, please inquire below