9 x 12 Oil on Panel

I remember growing up, my mother would place fruit in the kitchen window to let it ripen.  I would often stare at them and examine the colors as the light fell over the tomatoes, peaches, and other produce, all the while listening to my mother make glorious food.  One nostalgic day I gathered some oranges and set them up in my studio window, and once again observed the ripening.

The Ripening | 2012 | Traditional Work