Its a rainy day here in Hawaii. I'm looking out the window remembering back to how this "painting thing" started. Working at the family sign shop, back in New York state, 36 years old, telling my dad how I was going to be up and running as an artist by the time I was 40. Well I'm 54 now, and I can turn out a pretty decent painting. Most of the time I feel I have something worth while to say when I'm painting. Somewhere on this stretch of the road, the money is supposed to start rolling in, right? Right??Well, anyways........Here is "Belly Buster" 12 x 16. Makes me think of my sisters kids for some reason.........back when they still were little kids when I left town.
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