My wife and I went on a ski vacation in mid-January to the Catskills, and I brought this piece to work on while I wasn't skiing. I had taken a photo of this scene about 6 years ago, when my wife and I first started dating. The folds in the sheets were too perfect to not take the photo. So, now years later, I was finally going to take some time to paint the scene. About halfway through my second day of working, I got a phone call that my father had had a heart attack while he was in the hospital, and was being air-lifted to another better hospital. We dropped everything and rushed to his side. He survived that heart attack, and I was able to spend some quality time with him before he eventually died about a month after that to a second heart attack. I will always look at this painting and remember that time in my life; the hardest and worst time in my life. This painting gave me some beautiful distraction from the hardship going on in my brain. ...
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