Day 64 of #77daysofpaintings this piece painted on a Venetian canal while my husband sat next to me in his handsome new hat and we talked.
Just that morning having learned of the suicide of a close family friend only a couple of years after the suicide of my own father. It brought lots of tears.
I think I was actually wearing sunglasses while I painted this on a piece of gray twin rocker watercolor paper.
It was a heavy day and somehow that day I reverted from the more abstract pieces I had to been doing to the shapes and colors directly in front of me. The things I could see and kind of understand.