My windows to the back alley allow me to watch a world not visible on the main street. A guy who works at one of the restaurants downstairs, actually there are three, has had the restaurant Christmas tree in the back of his pickup truck for three weeks now. Then there are two young men who share a break and cigarette together in the alley in the cold and talk about the same girl - not in a good way. Most days I see small ballerinas racing across the parking lot in pink tutus paying no mind to the mud they are running through in their little white ballet slippers.
The painting below is the finished piece from the last post.......
oil and wax on panel, 36x36, 'Her Minor Idea'
Hope you are all deep into the beginning of the new year. I'll be back here later in the week. Meanwhile?, I'll just be painting.