Friday, May 4, 2012

#101 Last of the streak

When my Godfather got terminally ill I couldn't go on. I tried and this was the result.


Lonesome Cemetery. I like that here are some of these small family plots up on the ridge. I can't imagine it was too pleasant transporting bodies very far up in the hills a hundred years ago.


This is a painting done on a Sunday morning watching the ice break on the main channel of the river. I liked how quirky it was and anytime I can do something different I am pleased. I took it home and my dog threw up on it while it was still wet. Not funny.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012



This was the coldest paintings of all of them. The Milwaukee harbor.

#88, #89, #90, #91, #92

#85, #86, #87

I know this a little late, but things happen. I did finish my streak of doing at least one painting 100 days in a row. In fact I did a 108 days in a row. Then my Godfather had a brain aneurysm and passed shortly there after. I haven't painted outside since the beginning of March. I have been painting on some larger paintings. But here are the rest of the 100. These are three paintings of the river in March.