Oil on canvas
This puppet clown was given to my guy, Joe, by his mother. Betty was a victim of breast cancer twenty years ago, so of course, anything of hers is treasured by her son. I've always liked this guy and we keep him displayed. Can't help but smile when he catches my eye. And a small confession: the "real clown" has checks on parts of his outfit which I didn't even attempt to incorporate in this painting.