Day 12: May Peace Prevail

I've always loved prayer flags, which we saw all over Nepal.  The first time I tried to paint an abstract painting, my son said, "Nice try Mom, but I can still tell they're prayer flags."  Andy has always kept me honest.  I think he was the first one to give me a set of them. Fred and I hung them above the entrance to our beloved first home together on Pomeroy Street in Peekskill.  My daughter Jane glanced up at them, then back at me, and said, "Damn hippies."  Jane has never minced words either.
This title comes from a new song by my husband, Fred Gillen Jr.

Oil on canvas, 8" x 8"

And here's this.  <3  It's a universal thing.