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Condo Christmas

This little painting was a joy to make. I've said this before: what I increasingly love about painting is the texture that is built up through working and re-working a passage on the canvas. It isn't quite joyful while I am second guessing myself at the moment but the result is one that allows me to see the proof of my work and that lets me review what I have done. If only life was that concise for me that I can clearly see and remember where I made decisions that have led to certain outcomes!

A pretty cool first for me occurred with this painting: A wonderful couple and now becoming one of my most valued collectors and friends, from Dorking England got to see most of the development of this painting as they were in and out of my studio during their yearly stay in South Beach last month. They decided to take this painting with them, which marks the first time I've sold a painting while it was still wet! Cheers indeed!

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