This is a small painting (5x7") I did last week. It's my grandpa's pipe. My grandfather has been gone for several year now but I think about him often. He was actually my step-grandfather but he was the only one I ever knew so to me he was Grandpa Volen.
He lived his whole life under the hot sun of the Texas panhandle and I remember many evenings sitting on the porch swing with the smell of pipe tobacco and a story filling the air. It occured to me as I was painting his pipe that this is the only thing besides those memories that I have of him. I sniff the bowl and the smell of tobacco is still there and it triggers a memory of him and me on a porch swing on a hot Texas evening long ago. S
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