8 x 6"
oil on panel
Before I post the link to this new painting going on auction tonight, I have a cool story to tell you.
Yesterday I received an email from a woman asking about a painting I had done back in 2013. I replied it had sold way back. She asked for a print. I replied I don't make prints.
She then told me the subject, a bungalow I spotted in Nebraska, on our road trip from San Francisco back to Atlanta, was her family's home.
In disbelief, I asked her for the street address so I could compare it to my original photo - then with Google street view, I found the house, compared it to my photo and damn, if it wasn't the house! In this big country, in all of the millions of houses in all of the small towns, I painted her house. It still blows my mind.
The number one question I'm asked is 'does anyone recognize themselves in your paintings?' And to this day, in twelve years of doing over a couple of thousand paintings, it hasn't happened yet. But someone out there, hundreds of miles away, recognized their house. Absolutely freaking amazing.
Okay - back to my new painting.
A woman resting on a bench in the Art Institute of Chicago, with her Hopper gift bag full of souvenirs.