6" x 6" Oil on canvas panel
One of my favorite childhood memories is visiting my grandparents in their little house in the woods in southern Indiana. Soon after we'd arrive, Grandpa would ask my dad if he'd like a beer. After six hours in the car with four squirrelly kids I never heard dad refuse! Grandpa would head into the kitchen and come out with a brown glass stein with a wooden handle. Years later when I became old enough to enjoy a beer with Grandpa too he served me a beer in the same brown glass stein. Recently, my aunt sent me one of those original steins and I treasure it and the memories it conjures. I thought about my wonderful grandparents a lot as I painted it.
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