After hanging around a friend's shop for a couple of years, these early works came home to roost. What mixed feelings! My fledgling paintings which were so.... ugly. Yes, they were. Perspective was not bad. however, the grass was splotchy and the sky looked like blue mange.
I spent last night redoing the skies. A pearly pink sunrise on the one below contrasts with the evening blue in the one above.
Of course, the church and the railway have both fallen into some disrepair. But while the the tracks are a symbol of dreams past, the staunch little church points to a hope that can never fade.
The horses in spring graze peacefully in a field of bluebonnets. This is a true Texan picture. But I don't have horses or bluebonnets or a large stone house. I'd like to live in the pic, though.
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