Outside paris, oil on linen, 5x7, available when the larger studio piece is complete
The morning before Thanksgiving I was ROR into the wild while Julie and her mom cooked. I took my thumbbox and went to a spot I have been eyeballing since we came through earlier in the fall. It was a spot I would never paint outside of the car because of a blind hill and flying cars. I sat in the comfort of the car, warm, listening to music and painting. It was very nice, though I missed the cool air and the sounds around me.