6 x 6 in.
I believed in Santa for quite a few years growing up, thanks to my parents, my mom in particular who took painstaking efforts to keep the magic alive...like leaving trails of tinsel from the tree to the fireplace {remember when we used to put those silver icicles on our Christmas trees? what happened to those by the way?}. I swore I heard reindeer footsteps on top of our house Christmas Eve more than once. In fact, I know I did.
And while I eventually learned the real story of Santa, after arguing countless times with my school mates adamant that he did indeed EXIST, I never lost the feeling of magic. To me the spirit of Santa is that feeling of magic. And the magic moments of life, that is something I will always believe in. Thank you mom for giving me that gift.
In the spirit of Santa, I have painted him a few times this season. This particular santa was inspired by my favorite Santa to date, a vintage ceramic one I found on a holiday outing to Santa Barbara during Christmas 2008.
*love him so*
