Art

It almost shames me to say that i am not exactly a great lover of visual art. Sure it is pleasing to the eye but I can't seem to appreciate a brush stroke and the use of light and shade to a serious extent. But every now and then a photograph, a drawing or a painting really smashes me in the face and eternal love is born. This happened today while scrolling through my mothers photos on picassa. I have no clue who painted it or when it was painted. All I know is it is glorious. The vibrant colours, the way that the paint has been positively lathered on, the childlike illustration. Doesn't it just fill you up with happiness? So here it is for you all to enjoy just as much as I have.