For the first time, fruit appeared on our guava trees this year. The squirrels got their share but we managed to salvage a few. I threw a few in a wooden bowl my brother made for us and took them to the studio for some inspiration. A disassembled cardboard box, a bowl of guavas and discussions with Charlie about harvesting, ripeness, tasting, smells are the subject of this painting. I threw a few tea cups in because I sipped Earl Grey as I worked ( and a glass or two of wine). Musings on a fruit that has beautiful blossoms, but I'll pass on eating it.
West Coast Abstract Painter with roots to the South