My new gallery, Medicine Bird, in Livingston, has its origins in Jackson Hole, at the Trading Company & Gray Crane Gallery.
A great perk for me is that I get to go down there and paint. A dear friend directed me to the Gros Ventre River.
It was almost dark when the welcome, welcome rain let up enough for me to go out.
Another blessing. The golden hour turned silver with the glistening rain. By the time I finished this painting there was not actually enough light left to see what I had done.
Going back to the generous gallery owner's place, where they let me stay when I am working, it was like opening the kiln to see how brilliant the glazes have become after a firing.
There is always an element of fear in that anticipation, but it turned out well. The colors ring true.
I think the Gros Ventre has become a favorite.