Foot O' Mount
I come from a skiing family and grew up hearing stories about my dad going to the Foot O’ Mount Lodge with his parents, aunts and uncles. My grandmother was the oldest of 9 children and was the first of her siblings to have a child, so my dad “was dragged along” (his words) on all their family adventures. All winter, they would pile into their cars on Friday afternoons and caravan from Connecticut to Vermont. They would ski hard for two full days, and then drive the 8 hours home on back roads every Sunday night. The stories are legend in my family.
My dad had an old flyer from Foot O’ Mount, and I wanted to create an upbeat adventurous painting using a copy of it. I like the juxtaposition of the old-fashioned ad with the modern language about skiing (“a gnarly line”) and bright colors.
Acrylic paint and collaged paper on 24in x 36in cradled birch panel with 2” painted edges. Varnished and ready to hang.
I come from a skiing family and grew up hearing stories about my dad going to the Foot O’ Mount Lodge with his parents, aunts and uncles. My grandmother was the oldest of 9 children and was the first of her siblings to have a child, so my dad “was dragged along” (his words) on all their family adventures. All winter, they would pile into their cars on Friday afternoons and caravan from Connecticut to Vermont. They would ski hard for two full days, and then drive the 8 hours home on back roads every Sunday night. The stories are legend in my family.
My dad had an old flyer from Foot O’ Mount, and I wanted to create an upbeat adventurous painting using a copy of it. I like the juxtaposition of the old-fashioned ad with the modern language about skiing (“a gnarly line”) and bright colors.
Acrylic paint and collaged paper on 24in x 36in cradled birch panel with 2” painted edges. Varnished and ready to hang.
I come from a skiing family and grew up hearing stories about my dad going to the Foot O’ Mount Lodge with his parents, aunts and uncles. My grandmother was the oldest of 9 children and was the first of her siblings to have a child, so my dad “was dragged along” (his words) on all their family adventures. All winter, they would pile into their cars on Friday afternoons and caravan from Connecticut to Vermont. They would ski hard for two full days, and then drive the 8 hours home on back roads every Sunday night. The stories are legend in my family.
My dad had an old flyer from Foot O’ Mount, and I wanted to create an upbeat adventurous painting using a copy of it. I like the juxtaposition of the old-fashioned ad with the modern language about skiing (“a gnarly line”) and bright colors.
Acrylic paint and collaged paper on 24in x 36in cradled birch panel with 2” painted edges. Varnished and ready to hang.