

Every spring I seem to go through the same tradition. As the weather warms up a bit I get the urge to see some baseball. I throw on Ken Burns Baseball and think about doing paintings of the ghosts of Baseball's past. One day I will do a series of great baseball moments, for now a little sketch will suffice. This image caught my eye, partially because as a nine year old I dreamed of being a pitcher. It was a heartbreaking moment to realize I did not have a "little league arm" much less a "major" one. "The Wind Up" 24"x 24" oil on canvas. The smaller one is 8"x 8" oil on panel.





















