This is an original by a local artist named Louise Woodroofe. I got it from my great-grandma after she died. We just moved into a new house, and I haven't had the chance to hang it up yet. The portrait is of a man named Emmett Kelly, also known as "Weary Willie". I have another one from her that I don't like quite as much, but it's always put a smile on my face. The clown in the picture isn't showing his teeth, but I can tell he's happy all the same. I paid more than I would have liked to have it framed. I couldn't tell you much about the artist himself. We've actually been in the house for some time now. Laziness is not the reason I haven't hung it up. The room where I'm sleeping is the same one where my grandpa killed himself. She and my grandpa: the most kind, giving, strong, compassionate man I've ever known and the model for how I want to grow up to be, had been together for almost 50 years before he killed himself about 6 years ago. They [censored] up his cancer treatment royally, in not so many words. Lawsuit and the whole nine yards. Never went anywhere... statute of limitations or something. She was recently married. He got very, very hurt by his wife too; she was cheating on him for like half of their marriage. They were both family therapists! Anyway, he had swore he would never marry again, which is one reason why the proposal was such a surprise. My grandma is a very strong person. She doesn't look her age at all, very social butterfly type. My basic philosophy as it relates to the topic at hand is that people who share the best of themselves with the folks around them probably need to "party" more than anyone. Not because they need to blow off steam, or erase the memory of their stress, but because they need to have it firmly imprinted in their minds that life is worth living. If you have the bad side of life all around you, you need to soak yourself in that much more good and fun and clarity so you can balance and tip the life you're going to live. Eat for two or however many it is, so to speak, and replace quality with quality. Just don't do too many things at one time... so to speak. Patience is a virtue. Vanity is not. No one is safe from suicide. I saw the sweetest and strongest man in the world assaulted with so much pain and frustration that he became psychotic and delusional. I've had a hard time trusting people after that, and not even because I'm aware that man is a wolf to man, but because I know people are not as in control of their own behavior as they often think they are. We had taken all the guns out of the house except for the one we forgot, which he found in the closet going through his clothes. Here's a TV program that aired about Louise Woodroofe if you would like to know more about her. It's an interesting show, you should take a look around their website. I thought this was pretty cool.