Something Ugly, (but Sentimentally important)
My husband’s grandfather used to keep his tobacco in this pot. I’ve always thought it was a really hideous object, but he’s attached to it. I was hoping that there was an exciting story about how it was the only thing rescued after the house was blown up in WWII, since the top has been broken and glued back together, but to be honest, he’s not really sure. Anyway, I did it once in color, and it was so ugly that I did it again in graphite.