Got up this morning and did an homage to one of the most stunning landscapes I have ever witnessed. In 1977 we were motoring between Kayenta and Canyon de Chelly in northern Arizona when I spied a mesa that went all the way across the horizon in a razor sharp straight line, with a just a blip at the very end.
Daily Whip Out: "The Long Mesa"
Mickey Free was always reading clouds. He saw animals in them, he saw the future, he saw sign. Was he serious? Who knows? He was a coyote, after all.
Daily Whip Out: "The Jackalope Cloud"
I actually spent the better part of two days working on this ambitious little puppy.
Daily Whip Out: "The Path Untraveled And Unfinished"
This is actually a redux of an earlier painting:
Daily Whip Out: "Mickey Free Skirts The Slagheap of History"
I wanted to run this painting (above) as a doubletruck in the August issue of True West, but the main figure falls right in the fold, so, of course, I couldn't do it exactly the same way as before (one of my many ADD faults). Verdict still out. Need to let it rest for a while.
"If you are going to do your thinking at hog level, you're bound to get hog results."
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