Gas stations. I love gas stations. Why? I don't know.
In the first one, the gentleman in the red sweater and black hat showed up about an hour into the painting, and proceeded to tear the small shed down. I worked like a maniac to get the information down. By the time I'd finished the painting he and the the shed were gone. SOLD
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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