January 15, 2009


Swirling snow.
Melts on the window.
Waiting, watching.
Will we take off?
Should we?
Put trust in the man on the runway?
Take me away.

[Unbeknownst to me, I did this simultaneously with the Hudson River crash. It was happening as I was painting it. Yikes. The pilot could be trusted as we saw.]
Pastel, 5x7, matted, $100.

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