Saturday, February 4, 2012
#49 was a warm day on Zietlow Lane
#50 is Coon Creek viewed from a hill. I had the worst hangover ever and headache when painting this. Art is so unpredictable, you can be in the greatest mood ever and feel like you are in rhythm and it can all go away from you like you dropped a quarter into the river. Then you can be drunk and do fine. Kinda weird way to make a living.
#51 was a cold sunset on the ridge south of town.
#52 is a sunset on the ridge north of town.