Ancient

When my uncle died, they went through his things.
Among what he kept, was an article from one of the local papers -- a poem that I'd done for the school's literary magazine, and two paintings that I'd done for him.
They weren't very good.
He kept them anyhow.
Probably around 1989, or shortly after I started painting with acrylics. This is one of them-- it's a bit yellowed, because he smoked heavily.
May put the other one up eventually, as an example of... well... my crap.