Pink Tile Dreams 🩷

Maybe this is why I keep painting Italy.

Not just the beautiful places, but the tables.

The bread, the olives, the figs, the cheese. The ordinary things that become extraordinary simply because they’re shared.

My grandparents crossed an ocean and left Italy behind. Somehow, generations later, I feel myself being pulled back toward it.

So for now, I paint my way there.

One table, one fig, one quiet afternoon at a time. 🇮🇹🍇🥖

20 x 20 oil on canvas.