48 x 36 oil/canvas NFS

This painting is from an old 3×5 color photo of my grandfather and of me at age 8. We are just outside the kitchen door of my gandparents’ Connecticut farmhouse, and I can remember setting up the music stand. My grandfather was a classical violinist-turned dairy farmer. He played square dance tunes for me every time I was there, and he was the reason I chose the fiddle when music lessons were offered in school. If he did it, I did it, so my grandfather is also the reason I can milk a cow and know first-hand that chewing tobacco tastes hideous. I inherited his violin and play today in an an orchestra in Bennington VT and in a local contradance band.