Pearched on a rock during a medium stinky low tide on the 4th of July, I painted this scene of the New Haven Light House. A wading man asked if I made a living at this. "It's a labour of love." I said. He pointed to the shore and the people walking on the rocks and began to talk about his family, his profession and the possiblity of a divorce.
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