When my mom first saw this new work—a body of water slicing through a brilliant orange salt marsh—she had no idea what it was, but she loved the colors anyway. I'm ok with that. I actually like when impressionist paintings border on abstraction, or at least mystery. I told her to squint and pretend there was a horizon line and a sky above, and she got it. Below is a peek at the painting in progress, from the initial rough sketch, to the finished canvas. As always, the painting is available for sale. Write to me about pricing if you are interested in purchasing.