There is a feeling I get when I look out the window at night and snow is falling, relentless and silent. When my dog Oggi was alive. we often took late walks in falling snow. Sometimes I still do. In the dark snow, I feel expansively alert and connected to everything, yet also filled with a strange sense of deep peace. For a few years I lived in Maine, so I have a passing acquaintance with the desolate beauty of winter in the north country. This is an older style landscape, a bit hallmark for my taste. It belongs to my mom who asked me recently "Is there ever a painting of yours that you are actually finished with?"
When I look at it now, I feel that same peaceful sense as when I look out the window in a quiet spell of falling snow .... So yes, I think it is done. It's oil on 8x10 canvas board.