Storm Days and Painting

  It's snowing to beat the band here, but there's no "storm day" for artists; the commute isn't long enough to justify it.  That being said, and the prettiness of the falling snow aside,  I'm missing summer and anxiously awaiting spring.   As I continue to wait, I paint and this piece, which I just completed combines two of my favourite things, rain and night.
​I've never been much of a big city guy, but for me, there's something very appealing and calming about this piece.  I feel like I'm right there, walking in the rain, side-stepping puddles as the last moments of daylight are competing with the bright lights of the city.  A group of businessmen walk by, dressed in what I term the standard issue corporate uniform, dark slacks, black shoes, short to mid-length trench coat and an umbrella.  I imagine they're all accountants or lawyers, maybe stock brokers, as they chat about the goings on of the day.  They're the office stragglers.  They last ones to leave, judging by the time of evening.  As I stop for a moment, watching them go by, I catch a glimpse of the shimmering city lights in the rain.  It's so beautiful!  I'm in awe of  how simple street lamps and office tower windows, largely ignored during the day can grasp hold of each individual rain drop and turn it into a shimmering falling rainbow, transforming the concrete jungle into a magically peaceful spectacle of light and colour.

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