Walking on one of those beaches that go forever in Oregon last fall, we struck up a conversation a man who turned out to be almost completely blind. He spent much of the day flying large, beautiful kites. He had a special routine with everything in it's place, strings tied to his backpack so he could follow the strings and send the kites off into the air. He obviously loved flying them and many of us had a special afternoon watching him work these huge 'birds'. He didn't see colour, perhaps only vague forms. This painting is a small memory of that day and his beautiful attitude.
The Man Who Flew Kites
20 x 24 "
oil with wax an panel