He had thought losing an eye would likely be the worst thing ever. He learned, however, that was not the case. He found himself noticing things that he’d never noticed before: the way his wife tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, the way his mother tried hard to just stare at his one good eye, and the way his grandson’s eyes lit up every time he saw “Grandpa.”
Oil on stretched canvas.
4” x 4” x 2”
He had thought losing an eye would likely be the worst thing ever. He learned, however, that was not the case. He found himself noticing things that he’d never noticed before: the way his wife tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, the way his mother tried hard to just stare at his one good eye, and the way his grandson’s eyes lit up every time he saw “Grandpa.”
Oil on stretched canvas.
4” x 4” x 2”
