oil 8x8 NFS
before any editing took place - work to do on snout
The story that goes along with this painting begins in about 1942, when I was only 2 years old. My brother Hugh got to start his days lugging a five gallon pail of slop to the pig pen where a chap just like this elegant Berkshire pig awaited the chance to slip out of the pen when the gate swung open.
Periodically through the day, the event would repeat. Mother would have to race down the street to the school principal's office to get Hugh released to come home and capture the critter. Now Hugh's daughter Margie owns the farm that has been in the family since 1798 and she raises Berkshires in addition to 100+ organically fed dairy cows. Well, Hugh is about to turn 80, so we are amassing some gifties we think will please his lordship. He doesn't look at Facebook, so I feel safe in sharing this with you. Shhh! please don't give it away! There is a lot more painting and story-telling to this effort. I will show bit by bit for the next 10 days or so. Much more work to be done!
Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my blog! I know I missed a few posts this winter and I will spare you the silly reasons why.