The Guardian

My February vacations were spent in the Adirondacks, skiing at Whiteface, ice skating in Lake Placid, ice castle in Saranac Lake, and spending time with family in Wilmington.

One night my stepfather and his parents took my brother and I to see Dances With Wolves in a beautiful old theatre in Saranac Lake, NY. I can't really explain how amazing my little self thought that movie was. I can still well up thinking about that cute wolf. Then at the age of twelve, The Last of the Mohicans came, Daniel Day Lewis... I was twelve! You do the math!

It continued on, I read an old copy of Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee... I wished I was a Native American so badly (or maybe even a little white girl that would one day meet my leather and long haired clad warrior).

Clearly this never happened... And I eventually got over the obsession. I did have my first kiss during Kevin Costner's Waterworld... Connection? Yes, obviously!

Back to the lecture at hand...
This new image is tentatively title The Guardian
it is 24x30" oil on canvas

These paintings have been giving me a strong urge to do some writing/stories using the images.  I'm just playing around with that idea.  It raises the question, should I let the viewer write their own story, or do I want it to be all my own?