Yeah, one of you weasels cropped the picture and it breached containment. This is in my dad’s barn–I made it for him years ago specifically in reference to the incredible number of projects that have started as “just a little thing” and have ended with a nuts-and-bolts restoration–and he’s now seeing it posted in his car groups on facebook, that’s how far out of hellsite circulation this has escaped. And now his car friends want me to make them flags too.
I really should have expected this.
For the record, this painting is also for my dad’s barn.
