I don't know whose smile is bigger, the one in the painting or the one on my face every time I look at it. When she died, she left me the painting and it hangs in a place of honor over my fireplace mantle. There is a water scene that I really like painted in 1940. Still, they are a joy to behold. I have a friend who collects these and I found one of a woman reclining in a hammock. It's too bad my parents didn't let her play football with us. I don't particularly care for his art. There is a subcategory of folk art paintings that depict the world of black Americans. I saw a painting he did of a fishing scene but I chose not to buy it. It is done in vibrant colors and also depicts the buildings in the market like an ice cream parlor and the Hotel Van Nuys. My sister also shares my love for folk art. Maybe it's because I spent a lot of time with my grandmother and her house was full of them.I have loved folk art paintings since I was a child. It's called First Trolley to Van Nuys and shows the
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