Blizzard on Morning. Sold. 4x6, oil on board.
This was a crazy storm. The craziest part was late at night; the wind was howling and snow was swirling everywhere. I got all bundled up, grabbed my camera and went out. It was beautiful but horribly cold and horribly windy. I couldn't make it down even one block. I pulled my hands out of my mittens, took a few quick photos, and ran home.
While I painted this the next day, I opened the curtains in my studio, which is at street level, and watched the people trudge around the new mini-mountains of snow. I saw a bunch of cross country skiiers, a few greyhound dogs in smart sweaters, and - I swear - a man in a fur coat driving a convertible with the top down.