The door is ajar. I’ve been wondering since last night (i.e. since painting this) whether the hobbit is inside or out of the home.
I feel like I know that he is outside. He has left home. But it remains his home. The door stays ajar in anticipation. And trust.
The hobbit is out, looking for Easter eggs. In 2 days – on Easter, he will be home again. After all, the grass is green on its own roof. And it will be a celebration!
