oil on Masonite 22x28 not for sale
In the 1970's and 80's I had what I call a worker's compensation board art scholarship. I was qualified as a paramedic to work in the oilpatch. My only duties were to wait for an accident...I had a lot of free time for three long boring weeks, so I would plan out my paintings on my week off at home and go back out with five or six panels to do my art on plus my brushes and acrylics.
It was such a novelty in camp that people would come into the first-aid trailer just to see what I was working on. If I was at the easel they would often just silently stand behind me and watch.
One day when painting away I heard the door open and someone came in. There was silence for a while and then he asked "Is the paramedic around...I'm hurt!" This was a new guy on the rig not the art appreciation crew. I patched him up and got back to this canoe painting.
I keep it as a memory of my oil patch days. I would sell everything that I had worked on at Xmas and get a pile of commissions to do on the rig in the new year.
A nice way to get a steady paycheck as you painted for three weeks.