Some paintings make us stop because of their skill.
Others make us stop because they remind us of someone we love.
Mary Cassatt's Breakfast in Bed (1897) is one of those paintings for me.
What I love most isn't the technique.
It's the relationship.
Nothing our of the ordinary is happening.
A mother.
A child.
An ordinary morning.
That's enough.
Paintings like this remind me why I paint.
I'm drawn to the same kinds of moments.
The quiet ones.
The ones that tell a story without words.
What painting has stayed with you for years—and why?