Light falls on a friend’s living room. The artwork is that of his father who committed suicide in the mid 60s, or so. He worked as a commercial artist for Ford and also sold his paintings around Detroit and Northern Michigan.
I own one large drawing… pastels and it looks like a cave painting. It’s beautiful.
Utah is a pretty state.. at least parts of it are. The only negative experience I’ve had there was at a place called Cove Fort. It’s a Mormon stop-over place from their migration West.
The people there looked at us like we were about to kill them… or were from outer space. And they treated us in a very aloof and unfriendly way. I don’t know what their deal was. My husband and I dress a bit ‘un-Mormon-like’… and my hubby has a pony tail… but, I decided they were bad representatives for their state and for Mormonism in general.
But everywhere else I’ve been and everyone I’ve talked to has been fantastic.. in the extreme. Off topic from the photo… but whatever.