What can I say? Winter's grown on me a little bit. I think it's the puffy coats. So here's a couple new paintings. The first one is based on a childhood memory when my family lived in a small village in Korea. We spent a winter morning on the rooftop of our building, waging snowball wars and building snowmen.
The second one is still drying, so here's a terrible photograph for now. Not based on anything in particular. (edit: replaced bad photos with color corrected scan. Wheee!)
The limbs of the manzanita trees are seemingly arched in a smile at him.... the colors he wears remind them of their green branches and flaky burnt orange bark in the summertime.
"Hope springs eternal beneath the boughs of her manzanita grin.
Look below and you'd never know where she ends and he begins."