Oil 16″ x 20″ *

Our laughing and singing friend comes to us courtesy of WWII Britain, full of vim, vigor, and a steadfast frame of mind. She won’t let the nightly bombing raids of the Blitz get to her, thank you very much, sleeping in the tube station will do just fine, the neighbors are there and everyone sings the latest tunes from the radio over the noise of the shelling so you can barely hear it at all. And then the next day she sings those same songs and has a cup’a and you’d never know there was a war on.