A severely tarnished miniature brass teapot my mother gave me about 20 years before she died. She believed that handing it to me herself while she was still alive would have more meaning.
It’s not the first time I’ve sketched this teapot but it’s the first time with watercolours. Revisiting this sentimental treasure not only stirs precious memories. It also proves that my daily sketching practice is yielding fruit – I was able to capture the highlights on the right side.