As a kid the Fourth-of-July was always a favorite, family, fireworks all the usual fun. But for the past twenty or so years the Fourth-of-July meant driving up to the Black Hills of South Dakota to visit my ex-wifes family. I loved those visits and miss them very much but the person I'll miss the most is Floyd Tetrault. Sitting out on the front porch on a hot afternoon just shootin' the breeze with Floyd talking about life, politics, bucking horses, fishing, it was all good. Floyd passed away recently and I miss him, a good cowboy and a great friend. Vaya con Dios.
I just finished this little watercolor as a commission for a Christmas gift and even though I slammed it out in two days I am very happy with this painting. Because of the flat light in the scene I was forced to flatten my colors and there-by developed a style that I have been working at for quite awhile.
This piece is pretty obvious. This was one of those things when you set your coffee cup down and Boom! there's a painting. I don't have a lot to say about this piece but I do like all the blue.
Here's a little watercolor to celebrate the beginning of Spring!
Every so often people ask me if I have a favorite painting and my usual response is " they're all my favorites" or "it's too hard to decide". This little painting is one of my favorites, it shows an unusual view of Denver, not the typical tourist view. No mountains, no drama, just the plains and the sky.
This piece is a favorite. To me Venice Beach means a lot of things, some of them not so great. It is a beautiful, interesting slice of life in Southern California but is also a pretty rough area with a dangerous side.
