"We are celebrating the sport of skiing. We are going back to its origins, a time of adventurous souls on minimal equipment. Legend has it, my Father lost a stripe while serving in the second world war as a flight instructor, something about a low fly in a no fly zone. He flew His Tiger Moth too close to town and dipped his wing for my mother to see (he broke the rules). Such is love and war.
Hats off to them and all the other Guys and Gals that dip their wing, Somersault, Back Flip and Zudnik to catch the eye of the one they Love.
We're celebrating the golden age of Skiing and Romance! "Vive le Exhibitionniste"
Several of these paintings I call “Turners” (the ones with no horizon lines). They can be hung any which way up, and work well like any good composition should!"