This table was created by my father, and has since become the most loved and destroyed piece of furniture in my home. I have taken this table apart and re-assembled it more times than I care to count. Fred says I can pour gasoline on this table and then dance on it.
I believe him.
Although I have never completed its intended mission, I have painted, stood on, and covered this table with every possible art material known to modern man.
Palleting a roller on this table produced an unintentional Bob Ross-esque "happy little mountain". This is probably the most accurate representative painting I have ever made, and it was totally on accident.
Enjoy! ©