I have been having fun painting glass objects lately. What a challenge it is to capture the light and the refractive quality of the pencils in the jar.
My dad died over 20 years ago and I've had an old steamer trunk of his. In the trunk was a bag full of old matches he had collected. Matches from Chicago, Aspen, Playboy clubs around the country, and these matches and ash tray from Vegas. It just brought back a lot of memories of my dad. Even though I called this "Vegas Memories", it's really about him.