That was when I found my Sumner painting. A very young George Sumner stood there hawking his paintings.
I fell in love with this one on the spot. Well, actually, with quite a few of them. I wasn't even sure this one would fit in my car! I'm still crazy about it to this day. It's a moody picture. I can look at it and see a fresh, misty, new day, full of hope. Or I can see a storm brewing. Angry skies decending on the quiet shore. Or, a storm clearing, leaving radiation fog along the cliffs.
George Sumner went on to be very well known for his environmental paintings. I just remember him as a young, bearded dude who got a kick out of selling his paintings.
In the same parking lot, next to young George was, an equally young, Tom Marlatt. I bought two of his that same day. Call me crazy! Also, I had a very good job at the time. His were smaller but had a bit of moodiness about them as well.
This one is my favorite by him.
I went online recently to see what he'd been up to over the last 30 or so years. Can this be the same artist???
We all change, don't we? The changes in me all these years have probably been equally as drastic! :)