Tennis Balls

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My buddy Robby celebrates his 64th birthday today, so I thought I would paint him some tennis balls. He is after all a master of these furry ovid creatures. The it in a parking lot, with balls on the dash of the car with my sketchbox on my lap, while Mason has his cello lesson. NPR on the radio, sunshine and painting... I had to work really fast on this on and am quite happy with how it turned out. Robby likes it too. His granddaughter can now read and now knows that he is 64. She also approved of the painting. / In private collection
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