flowers.

June, July, August

September 

Recently I moved into my own apartment, and I am in love. I inherited pretty much all of my furniture (including this blue vase) from very good friends of mine who have all just graduated and flown away from Spokane. Having flowers in this vase became a symbol of my independence and adulthood, as well as a reminder that people love me (well, at least they like me enough to give me their stuff for free). Ultimately, they tell me every morning that I am lovable. I hope to continue this series until I move in May (and who knows, maybe I'll keep painting a vase of flowers till I keel over).