This is oil on canvas. I was thinking about skiing when I painted it.
I don't ski - anymore. I tried it once and learned two things: First: Don't do anything strenuous on the last run of the day when you are tired. Second, my date was an inconsiderate narcissist.
After a day practicing on the kiddy slopes while he skiied, the last run of the day he took me up to a real trail. He should have known better. I lost control, fell head over teakettle, tore a ligament and couldn't stand up. He screamed at me to get up, because I was embarrassing him by lying there in the way.
You don't have to tell me twice. Prince Charming was a a hideous troll under the skin. The Ski patrol was much more accommodating and polite. You really don't know someone until something goes wrong.
