Champion, oil on canvas, 11"x14". Sold.
On occasion I find myself wondering if my work is too pretty. I know it's not exactly dark and brooding but does it cross a line of being too decorative? I was pondering this the other day while I scuttled around the house putting my income tax return together (last minute). I then jumped in the car and drove in the pouring rain to the post office. During my two minute drive (yes, lazy of me) I encountered a pretty bad road rage incident (thankfully not directed at me for once). When I parked my car at the post office, I got out and witnessed a big red faced guy shouting at the parking meter guy about a ticket he had just received. His language made me blush and I don't blush easy. I then stood in line for about twenty minutes amongst a group of grumbling fellow taxpayers. No one was happy. Everything was damp and grey and loud and it dawned on me that maybe it's not such a bad thing to paint the prettier things in life. Especially on the days where beauty seems scarce. And that is my deep thought for the day.