This is another small painting done from life in one sitting. My son and I used to call them the "nice paintings" to distinguish them from the ones with images that might possibly put people off. You know, like demon goddesses galloping through lakes of blood on Canal Street (although oddly people love that one) or catspiders peering over the edge of a canoe beached on a flamboyant point edged with rocks and curilicue foliage, or maybe a muscular woman with bright blue fluid pouring from her womb.
The idea was that people might be more inclined to purchase the nice ones. This turned out to not be true. I have sold a few nice pieces, but no more, really, than the strange ones.