Meet Fannie. A painting named by my mom. My guess is that she felt it resembled a handheld fan because of its slightly flared shape, but nonetheless, I thought the name was cute. The colors — warm browns, soft greens, touches of gold — feel like they’ve been aged by time and sunlight, giving it a quiet elegance. Naming it Fannie feels fitting. It’s a leaf that opens outward, offering a small sweep of grace, a gentle gesture, a fan-shaped reminder of how beauty can be both simple and full of personality.
8×8 - Acrylic on 1.5” Canvas
Meet Fannie. A painting named by my mom. My guess is that she felt it resembled a handheld fan because of its slightly flared shape, but nonetheless, I thought the name was cute. The colors — warm browns, soft greens, touches of gold — feel like they’ve been aged by time and sunlight, giving it a quiet elegance. Naming it Fannie feels fitting. It’s a leaf that opens outward, offering a small sweep of grace, a gentle gesture, a fan-shaped reminder of how beauty can be both simple and full of personality.
8×8 - Acrylic on 1.5” Canvas
