Saturday, December 27, 2014
Not any hill. A hill I walked often for many years, alone and with lady friends. And sometimes with little children. They used to whine and complain. It is steep for prairie people.
I painted it today from the photograph for a friend whose house burnt down, nearby.
It is a Christmas present, still. It was harder than I thought to paint for someone without experience, but I love the effect of the masking fluid.