A New Painting

I consider myself a serious painter. Whether others do, I cannot tell. My volumetric output is tiny, because I am only able to do it part time, and because I work so slowly. Still, when I achieve the look I intended for a painting, it makes me happy.

This one makes me happy.

It seems odd to me that, with all its sunny exuberance, I finished the painting on Good Friday. However, considering how our Lord spent that Friday evening (the harrowing of hell), perhaps it is not so incongruous after all.