As fall descends, so too do the pumpkins. I teach horseback riding to autistic children on Saturdays. The farm grows a big patch of pumpkins that they sell at local markets, so I nabbed this extraordinarily lyrical one to paint. There was something so lovely about the interaction between the blues and oranges. This piece is unframed, 8 X 16" on archival Ray Mar panel, in oils. It marks the rapidly changing seasons on a Friday the 13th. So appropriate.
Oil, 8” X 16”, unframed