30″ x 50″
Oil on Canvas
I remember the magic I felt in 1960, at age 10, when on a summer vacation road trip (without air-conditioning) my parents took us to Monument Valley. I will never forget my first greeting by the gigantic buttes of red sandstone known as the Mittens … I was hooked. Since then, Monument Valley has become a recurring subject. When viewed from the south, the monoliths appear to be two mittens with their thumbs facing inwards. In this painting the late setting sun of summer has tinted the landscape with a marvelous rose-colored light. Magic indeed! I am so pleased that this painting is in the collection of Christine Mollring. Without Christine, her late Husband Ted, and Trailside Galleries, I may never have found a career in art.