The Sun“Spencer, hold this lamp. CLICK. “I’ll hold the lamp.” CLICK. “Smile.” And he did. A little embarrassed, mischievous smile that follows you into the coat section during a summer sale and announces to your fellow shoppers, “I SMELL SUMP THIN!” A smile that knows, “If I sing to the refrigerator it will open.” A smile that realizes “I didn’t do it only because I couldn’t reach it.” The smile of an Irish imp with dragon fire like sunlight in his eyes. It is oil on canvas 24" X 36". |
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