This guy sits on our piano. I painted it for my wife as a gift for Christmas. The original usually resides on our porch but right now sits on my flat file at the studio. That face, an expression of quiet determination.

It was a wild and woolly ride up to Park City taking the last painting to the Julie Nester Gallery. As we rounded the corner to enter Parley's Canyon truckers lined the road chaining up. It was snowing like mad. It was coming in sideways. Visibility was 10 feet maybe, and I'm thinking, "what am I doing?" I brought my daughter and niece along too as company. When we got to the gallery the box with the painting in it on top of the car looked a little soggy but otherwise all was well. The drive back was even more harrowing, ah well anything for art. Here are my assistants And a couple more images of my work hanging in the gallery