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.

#100

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.

#99

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

#94,95,96,97,98

#93

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.