I spent the last couple weeks of May road-tripping out to Colorado with two intentions, to visit family and friends, and to make as many paintings as possible. After loosing a painting off the roof, getting solar baked out of Hanksville, rained out of the rockies, and hailed on under the Flatirons, I returned home, but not without a final painting enjoyed on the Southern Rim of the Grand Canyon. O the sweet beauty of the west, from its purple desert shadows, to alpine quilled