By W. R. Jones
This is a painting of Antietam National Batttlefield. This tree is too young to have been there during the battle. But I can imagine a young scared soldier hiding behind these rocks saying to his friend next to him, ‘Ernie, you know, walking behind that plow mule don’t seem so boring after all. Do you think sarg will mind if I mosey on home?”
Getting ready to coat this finished piece with Liquin I pushed aside a Pepsi Max can half filled with Ciroc to make room and spilled the can onto my laptop. In a panic to clean up the computer, I knocked over a lamp. I grabbed for the lamp (which, by the way, failed). While trying to catch the lamp I knocked over my easel. I grabbed for the easel (which, by the way, failed). My attempt to save the easel led to my stepping on a broken piece of lamp glass.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I’m never painting again. I think I will take up welding.