18 x 24 :: Original acrylic painting on wood panel
When I was a little girl growing up in Seoul, Korea, there were certain things that were considered so special that we would only get to experience them on special occasions. Tang was one such treasure. On very special occasions, my mom took out the precious jar filled with the pretty orange powder and mix it with water and give small glasses of the delicious beverage to me and my two brothers to enjoy. I felt so American and so fancy drinking Tang.
I see Tang in stores these days but they are sold in plastic containers, and not in the jars that I remember.