#40 – Tuesday December 20th
A bit of an anomaly . . . my traditional orientation tends toward the vertical, but every now and again, one of my canvasses just wants to go sideways, and who am I to argue. The jumping off point for this painting, a late afternoon while watching raindrops drip from the boughs of a fir tree. It was after a hard days efforts, under a sky the color of bruised skin, and as the afternoon slid toward evening, and happenstance would have it, into night illuminated by a full moon. It all begins somewhere, and the adventure from start to where ever, is the wild ride . . . over under sideways down . . .
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