Broken Glass, Blue Potty and Toes Meet Escher

The detritus from a scuffle between my two oldest sons. Jensen pushed Pruitt up against a big sliding glass window and it left the sill, landing on the veranda below. Pruitt was a bit shook up and our guest house bill was a bit larger than usual but there was no blood.




I have been asked to do some interior design on a flat which will be living space/guest house. I really liked the blue potty and don't think I will need to paint it.




As a kid I was enamoured with Escher and tricks of perception . . . okay, okay, I am still a kid. This handsome floor paves the entryway into the aforementioned apartment. I may turn it into a psychedelic breakfast nook.