I used to go to Thanksgiving at their house in buffalo every year, and would tiptoe around the house looking at paintings and touching the surface of the canvases. It was my first real introduction to fine art, or oil painting at least, we never really visited galleries. My favorite was this painting of a girls back with some strange stucture on a desolate landscape. I think her shirt was bright yellow and she was pulling it over her head. The way he applied the paint was amazing, It was almost globbed on, but done so perfectly and deliberately.
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