The Rosy Thorn

Growing up in Ontario, my grandparents had the most beautiful rose garden down the street. I was always so curious to touch them and even more so after being pricked a couple times by the thorns. I wish I could go back to those times, I’d be so much more careful now.

Abstract acrylic painting.

Ombré pink, mauve.

48” x 36” x 1.5”