I love the winter and especially the snow and the way it changes how everything looks. Winter rocks.
2011 in New York City must have been a really snowy winter, because I painted a lot of semi-representational paintings of snow on the craggy rocks along the West Side Highway around 145th Street. I loved that you couldn’t really tell the scale. It could have been a painting of the Alps or Rockies. In fact, I almost called this one, Manhattan Alps V.
This year, we didn’t have as much snow as last year (we are not Boston) but it was much colder. So it was a real Winter, with a capital W. Well, winter still rocks. I love the way the snow on the top of the rocks makes patterns. Winter rocks. And this is Winter Rocks.
Born in Canada. Still a Canadian in the winter under all the layers of down. Winter rocks.