8"x10" oil on sealed masonite
When I was a child my father was big on travel. Not the airplane kind of travel, but the pack up the van and drive kind of travel. Dad had a lot of vacation time, it seemed, after many years working with Mack Trucks in Toronto and he primarily aimed to travel to his home province of New Brunswick. We did that trip at least every year till I was 16 and opted out. By the time I was able to get my drivers lic I was hooked on drive travel thoroughly.
One of the trips he took us on included the West Coast and the glorious rockies. I will never forget it.
This painting embodies that memory and presents it to you to enjoy with me such a great experience.
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This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.