I painted that tree with watercolors on some very flimsy paper probably 25 years ago. I was hanging out with my nephew Luke, and we were watercoloring together. I wasn't thinking about perfection or creating a work of art. I wanted to paint a tree, and that's what I did. I remember being surprised by how much I liked the finished picture.
I gave it to my Mom, and she kept it, eventually framed it, and hung it on her bedroom wall. Today, I found it in a box of her things from her house in Texas, and it made me happy that it mattered enough to her that she would keep it.
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