Grandpa’s house…except he wasn’t really my grandpa, we just called him that. He was John Abrosimoff, an old Russian craftsman/carpenter who lived in this little house on our farm. I’m not sure how he got there……I think he may have come with the place from another era when my dad inherited (such things were done back then). I didn’t get the full back story when I was young and now there is nobody for me to ask. His little house looked out over the valley and the vast fields to the west. An early piece on paper from the 1984-87 period, 20 x 26 inches.