Stand still, look pretty

My great-grandmother was an artist and as a result my parents' have a good deal of her artwork in their house. Growing up, this painting lived in our dining room and out of all of her pieces I have always liked this dark, mysterious, slightly ridiculous, caped man the best. A few years ago my mom gave the painting to my Aunt Debbie on loan with the promise that whenever I was ready it was all mine, i.e my most recent trip to Chicago. I think it will be a good contribution to my still bare-walled living room, plus it's nice to have a little part of my old Atlanta house here with me. 


Some more of her paintings aaaand my dad and his friend, Mr. Kim, lounging in the same exact pose: