I spent a few days in Vienna last year, on the way home from a painting trip to Greece. I hadn't been to Vienna in forty years. My apartment was behind one of those grand wooden double doors one sees in European cities. This time, instead of wondering what such doors concealed, I got to claim my own digs there. This painting was painted on site one afternoon, only distracted by the occasional neighbors passing by.
I spent a few days in Vienna last year, on the way home from a painting trip to Greece. I hadn't been to Vienna in forty years. My apartment was behind one of those grand wooden double doors one sees in European cities. This time, instead of wondering what such doors concealed, I got to claim my own digs there. This painting was painted on site one afternoon, only distracted by the occasional neighbors passing by.