One morning after fixing breakfast for Stella and myself, I took an interest in the egg shells I had carelessly left on the counter.

                   I decided to take them upstairs to my studio and many weeks later I used them in this painting. I like the contrast of their slick

                 whiteness on top of the red, textured bricks. The pot of flowers symbolize fried eggs, their yolks in the middle. I think I'll use egg

shells in some more paintings.