While we waited out Hurricane Florence, I painted from some of my Italy photos. This cute guy was one of the herd at Montorno. They were shy but sweet, and very curious about us painters. As they roamed the hillside you could hear the bells on their colla
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b
