One morning after fixing breakfast for Stella and myself, I took an interest in the egg shells I had carelessly left on the counter.
I decided to take them upstairs to my studio and many weeks later I used them in this painting. I like the contrast of their slick
whiteness on top of the red, textured bricks. The pot of flowers symbolize fried eggs, their yolks in the middle.
(C) ROLLAND GOLDEN