You never know how one generation might influence another. Sometimes through words, sometimes through actions, and sometimes through art:

[Lorelai, in my grandfather's art studio. 2009.]

[Lorelai, in her art gallery (a.k.a. my bedroom). 2010. ]
Now, thanks to the influence of her great-grandfather, Lorelai has decorated our blank white walls with her own artistic expressions; a testament to the wonder and whimsy of childhood imagination.
And my bedroom...well, it has never looked so beautiful!
[Lorelai, in my grandfather's art studio. 2009.]
[Lorelai, in her art gallery (a.k.a. my bedroom). 2010. ]
Now, thanks to the influence of her great-grandfather, Lorelai has decorated our blank white walls with her own artistic expressions; a testament to the wonder and whimsy of childhood imagination.
And my bedroom...well, it has never looked so beautiful!
This post is an entry into a blog carnival hosted by Barbara at TherExtras with the theme 'Childhood Expressions'. For more info, click here.
To view and/or purchase prints from my grandfather's private art collection, click here.