Hare and the Sunfish

48x24, acrylic on board, in progress.

Sometimes I wonder what the actual market for the strange, the wonderful, and the faerie-talesque is.

After several days on this thing, I realize that it doesn't matter. In the sturgeon-goldfish-pike critter, in the steady drone of NPR, and in the never-ending movement of the brush, there is solitude for the restless mind. It is peace.