Nearly finished

I met the two young men who posed for the main riders at Crow Agency in Montana. One was a Crow Indian and the other was a Cheyenne Indian. Every year in late June a lot of guys gather near the Custer Battle field to have fun running around on horses like wild Indians re-enacting the Custer Battle. They are happy and fun-loving and do some of their best riding when they see me aiming my camera.
Back in my studio, the week has ended (what happened to the one day painting?) and I still am not finished...but I almost am. I set it aside and work on some other stuff, so that when I come back to it, I can see where I can improve it. I hope I don't paint over it (against my Dad's advice) but a painting sitting around my studio is always at risk. On this one though, I am unusually pleased with how it is turning out, so really, I won't be painting over it. When my kids were growing up, as they reached about four years old, each one had to sneak into my studio, grab a brush, put it in a big gob of cadmium red light, or cadmium yellow (two expensive colors) and do a Picasso on my wettest and best paintings. In case you are wondering, all five have grown up into wonderful, law-abiding adults and I love them anyway. They are prolific and I've got a bunch of grandkids, but I have learned to keep all my paints and wet paintings up high.