Having convinced our mother that socializing with friends after school stimulated serious study, homework became less painful - to us, but not to the walls and furnishings.
The painting on the wall (rendered askew by the head-stander) was hung there not only to cover weathered plaster cracks but also to serve as an example of angels helping each other with book-learning. Pa’s visible belt on the couch served as a reminder of punishment for disillusionment.
We ignored the signs: our black cat ominously observing from the other end of the couch, and the brown one – our top mouse-catcher – streaking for cover. We were on a path of innovative home work: angels in training for flight wings.
Oil 40" x 30"