This painting, by my late father when he was in art school at Pratt, hung in our house when I was growing up. It’s a wonderful, slightly surrealist work with great sense of light, depth, and sly details like the nude couple under a tree in the far left background. Time has not been kind to it, there is pretty serious flaking of the paint around the edges. Finally got out some krazy glue and spray varnish today, hoping to restore some structural integrity so I can get it up on the wall.