I've been pining away for a few weeks now...longing for cooler climes and a view with no cactus. This mood hits every once in a while...usually when I've had my fill of third-world intrigue south of the border. This cool little picture was found in my stack of photos...very evocative and tonalist. Just what the Dr. ordered for my latest bought of melancholy. It's almost monochromatic but I did push some color into it especially in the foreground...to make it live. I call these kind of paintings less romantic and frankly they are among my best work...and least understood. No need to worry though. The studio floor isn't strewn with vodka bottles and like you, I'm used to being misunderstood and... misunderestimated.
