Three small 4 by 4 paintings hung in our den for most of my childhood. They were little wood framed oils depicting farming life in the shadow of a volcano. I never knew much about them but always liked them for how their tiny brush strokes depicted such big scenes. My parents took them to Florida with them when the moved down there. After my father had a stroke and I went to Florida to care for my mother who was suffering from Alzheimer's. One day she served me ice cream on one of the paintings. I guess she mistook it for a plate.