Mom's Olive Drab
I remember, as a kid, one specific shopping trip with my mom when she referred to a certain shade of green as “olive drab”. For some reason, my younger sister and I found that completely hysterical. I adamantly insisted that “olive drab” was not a real color, but Mom stuck to her guns. It became a bit of a family joke for a while after that, with either my sister or me pointing the color out (“Look, olive drab!”) wherever we went. It’s still one of my favorite colors.
Acrylic, burlap and wool on 18in x 24in cradled birch panel with 7/8” painted edges. Varnished and ready to hang.
I remember, as a kid, one specific shopping trip with my mom when she referred to a certain shade of green as “olive drab”. For some reason, my younger sister and I found that completely hysterical. I adamantly insisted that “olive drab” was not a real color, but Mom stuck to her guns. It became a bit of a family joke for a while after that, with either my sister or me pointing the color out (“Look, olive drab!”) wherever we went. It’s still one of my favorite colors.
Acrylic, burlap and wool on 18in x 24in cradled birch panel with 7/8” painted edges. Varnished and ready to hang.
I remember, as a kid, one specific shopping trip with my mom when she referred to a certain shade of green as “olive drab”. For some reason, my younger sister and I found that completely hysterical. I adamantly insisted that “olive drab” was not a real color, but Mom stuck to her guns. It became a bit of a family joke for a while after that, with either my sister or me pointing the color out (“Look, olive drab!”) wherever we went. It’s still one of my favorite colors.
Acrylic, burlap and wool on 18in x 24in cradled birch panel with 7/8” painted edges. Varnished and ready to hang.