Friday, October 4, 2013
The Southwest is in My Blood
I have visited the Southwest about ten times, give or take a couple. When I am there, the time goes by quickly. When I am away from there, the rocks, hills, and mesas call to me. This painting is an imaginary landscape with a partially imaginary rock wall, accented by a tower. The old ruins are made of rock.
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