Disarray.

Forgetting to Blip. This used to live on my office wall. We moved to a box with glass doors and I decided to bring it home. It hasn't got a real space though so it lives stacked against the staircase in my hall. Deserves better.
A student once asked what it was; said it looked like someone had been sick on the wall. I replied as quick as a flash that it is a portrait of the artists's mother (in a faux hurt tone) - the artist being Stephanie my daughter.