So after the Chincoteague experience I'm back to some studio work. This scene is from the hotel we stayed at this summer in Chicago. I'm fighting the idea of building a painting and embracing the idea of destroying the concept of building a painting. So I did my usual approach of brushing in from dark to light over a tinted panel. Got completely frustrated and took my very large knife and carved away a huge amount of paint. Finally some life appeared. This was the direction my latest work was going at the end of summer and I suspect it will continue. However, I know better than to predict my future work. Every day is a new day and intuition is the decider in such endeavors.