This painting was inspired by a episode when I was a kid. My mom was like a lamb in with the lions. We were all just shifty children with dark little hearts just like my father. Our idea of humor was most anything we could pull off. My mother was much kinder and gentler. She endured eggs in shoes, sharpie mustaches, vicks vapo rub on everything, soap in her soda, shoe traps, and just in general way more than I could with out killing my kids.
Today is her birthday she has been gone a good while now. I think she would like me to share this injustice she suffered because through all of it she found the humor.