Paintings by Steven Carlyle Smith an artist living in Montana.
Each time Nancy and I broke up I figured I would move somewhere else. I'd never been to Portland so I flew there to check it out.
After checking into the hotel I took the Max back to this gallery. Living a charmed life, they added me to the gallery.
Both of my parents painted. The "warm fuzzy" scent of my youth is turpentine. It is so unhealthy that I almost never smell it any more. When I do, I remember my parents and my "paint by numbers".