The Peak Season at my other job at Land’s End is finally over and I can reestablish my painting schedule. It feels so good to be absorbed with brushwork and composition again.

Here’s a poem by Walt Whitman:

Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage
for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love,
the pay is certain one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d
Yet out of that I have written these songs.”

His Puppy Face, oil on canvas board, 6×8, Sold