It would seem that life is a bit of a genetic crap shoot. My grandmother, Lyda B. Davis, painted most of her adult life. She used linseed oil and turp. She constantly smoked Winston cigarettes as she painted. I can remember as a little whipper sitting and watching her paint. She died at the age of 92. Personally, I have never passed up the opportunity to consume a good chili dog (not to mention all that Pepsi), I have always been healthy as a horse.
With everyone's indulgence I am going to now post one of my grandmothers paintings. She would like it that she has now passed her influence through a part of three centuries.
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Mike McCarty
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