I love the smell of turpentine as it lingers in my studio.

I rummaged through some old paintings today. I get inspiration when I see these works how there so fresh, new, and spontaneous. I see the freedom that came with painting what ever was presented right there in front of us. We did the best that we could or knew at the time. The art instructor would walk around looking like Wyatt Earp helping us to paint, to see and understand when areas were working or not. The thick smell of  turpentine and oil paint saturated the room instilling a memory forever.                                                                                       

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Almostfinnish lives in The United States. She graduated from The Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design with a BFA. For the last 30 years she has been displaying her work around the region in group and solo shows. She has won many awards for her artwork and continues to strive for excellence in everything she does. Her artwork resides in private collections throughout the country. Goal: To have a paragraph written about her in the art history books. View all posts by almostfinnish