Something tells me that even Van Gogh would have appreciated this image. Is it the composition, the textures, the colors, the mood, that is, for me, one of alone-ness? Is it the time of day, morning or evening?
Whatever it is, it is the footprint that man has left on the earth. The way to get from one place to another, within or without.
A true friend, hard at work in mid-autumn. A few yards away, the Atlantic has power in reserve. Yet this little worker is full of focus and resolve. All life is in its debt.
Shown above is the latest oil painting, at 36" square. It felt great to add the finishing brush strokes.
Five or so rounds in the studio yields another work. I went for the fun, always a good move. I haven’t yet named this piece. Why rush it? It is just dry enough to hang it on the wall. Let’s see what it speaks to me in the days ahead.
Sometimes it is good to change your point of view. Bend your knees and search for the less obvious. The result may surprise you. 
It is time for an image refresh. It is time for something from the past, something hanging on someone's wall. It is time for something a bit surreal. Time for an image with the colors of autumn that I love so much.
