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i spent a month in eureka, california where my parents, sister and nephews live ... resting, socializing, looking for a new home, taking in the scenery, painting, reading stories by chekhov. my wife was off again in uzbekistan. i averaged about a painting a day, some done in the field and some, like this one, done from memory. the canal ran alongside a highway where it wasn't safe to stop and paint. but driving by it day after day, the memory of the place, the dark water along the line of the trees, stuck with me, and the painting came as a contemplative sketch done late at night in my apartment, feeling rather lonely.
Last revised 08.01.2005 • © 2005 Bruce MacEvoy