8" x 6"
oil on canvas board
I often think about what I will say about each painting when I am lying in bed in the morning waiting for my dog, Jake, to come in and nuzzle me up and let he and his buddy Bay out for their morning search for wild things.
This painting about a lock took me back to our earliest ancestors living in caves. They surely chose a cave with a very narrow opening so it would be possible to role a stone over the entrance or have one or two people guarding the "door" at night. What a confined, frightening, existence it must have been. Quite a contrast to this small secure looking lock.
Too often, the opportunity knocks, but by the time you push back the chain, push back the bolt, unhook the two locks and shut off the burglar alarm, it's too late.