Well, what a wonderful Mother's Day it is. Phil and the kids found this incredible set of 19th century Chinese paintings on rice paper. Phil knows that I am such a sucker for chinoiserie anything. The colors are gorgeous and still very vivid after all of these years. The colors are my favorite...turquoise and coral.
The pictures tell a story of a father and son. The son is either learning how to garden or being lectured by his father about his bad hairdo. Not sure which.
The paper is so delicate. I am always amazed that such fragile items remain so well preserved. It must be due to how they were stored...or forgotten. They came in a cardboard box labeled ASIAN RICE PAPER PRINTS GARAGE. Garage? Honey, could you grab the plunger? It's in the garage next to the Jansen sofa and the venetian chandelier.
This definitely makes up for Phil sleeping in today...