Interstate 15 along the Salt Lake urban corridor, with the last light on the Wasatch Front in the distance.SOLD
to a collector in Regensburg, Germany
Thanksgiving Day, 24x36, A/C
This painting is of my favorite creek in my favorite valley in my favorite part of Colorado.
$2900 + U.S. Shipping
To purchase, email me at: zthurmond@yahoo.com
This one is five houses ago, at my old cabin. That kitchen had great light. The floor was bare concrete, painted turquoise, which sounds awful but really wasn't. It worked. I still have that mug. For the record, the perspective is skewed on purpose. I wanted it to feel like you were going to fall into the mug. Not sure if that worked, but i like the light. I remember being on a Pthalo green kick with this one, especially in the lighter shadow and the highlight on the edge of the sink. Strange what we remember at random, eh?
Man, trees really are the best conversationalists....even dead ones. This lightning-struck old veteran watches over one of my favorite thinking spots, high up in Hartman Rocks, with a watchful eye over the valley floor a few hundred craggy feet below. There is a concave boulder resting near this guy that is more comfortable than any sofa you'll ever find, and it is a wonderful place to sit, think, and breathe. I've carried a photo of this spot around with me from move to move, and it has had a permanent spot next to my easel. Looking at it always makes me think about, well, thinking. Thinking like you can only do in places like this.