Acrylic on paper, 22’x30″

I bought this old seesaw for my boys when they were little. I painted it bright red. I had driven up the driveway a zillion times past that seesaw, but one day in summer, the red seesaw looked different. Maybe because it was surrounded by so much green and blue? I don’t know, but that scene and that bright red jumped out and said paint me. So I did.