Give Us This Day
One of my favorite things about the change of seasons is that I try to take many of the treasures/junk/stuff I have in storage and swap them with what I've had on display for the past few months. I have an excess of things for my sprawling flat, but some pieces are perennials. This print in my kitchen is one of them and usually gets a strongly negative or positive reaction, or maybe people are just being polite and afraid to offend. I've had it for easily 20 years and acquired it at an estate sale. There is something about it that I have found to be grounding and sobering in a positive way while others consider it to be depressing. Unlike some things, I look at it with some intent a few times a week, usually before having a meal and read something different into it each time. I wish I knew more about it, the artist and its origin. As I slowly recuperate from my cold, it seems to have new meaning.