4 x 6 Watercolor
Hopelessly self destructive, F. Scott Fitzgerald died when he was only 44. Eight years later his wife Zelda died at the age of 48. Last year we made the pilgrimage to Rockville, MD where they are buried. Fitzgerald is my daughter Anna's favorite writer; she plans to visit other notable places connected to his life as time goes on. But her journey began at the place where his ended. I did this little painting last night for her to treasure the moment.