Hallie Watson

Sherry

Sherry

    I never drank sherry except when I went to my Nana's for lunch. She kept the bottle in a wonderful cabinet that my grandfather brought back from Europe after the First World War. She would pour the beautiful amber liquid into a crystal glass and we would sink into the down filled sofa cushions and talk and laugh and relax and get a little elevated and then repair to the dining room table to have lunch. It was very pleasant.


Sherry
Oil pastel on paper, texted sintra
19.5” x 13.75”
Nov. 23, 2004