How do you possibly pick THE right apple, when faced with a whole tree? I usually go for the biggest one. Size matters in this situation. But without the little ones, we lose our perspective, right? We need the little ones to figure out which ones are big, which ones are within our reach. So even though I called this painting The Big Apple, it’s really a celebration of all the little ones.

And of course there’s that connection to New York City when you say Big Apple. I love New York, but I love living in my little suburban space. So I don’t ALWAYS choose the big apple. Do you?