I blame (or credit) my husband. I've always said paint hates me and until I found feather painting that was true. Now Id love to be able to paint wonderful wildlife scenes and I can...with some struggle but its tractors that often find their way on the canvas.
Lee built a pulling tractor out of a hunk of junk he dragged out of a fence row. Looked impossible to me. Years later I can tell an Oliver 88 from a 77 or a John Deere (pictured above) G from an A at a distance.
They say paint what you know..so I do. I know a love for old rusty broken down tractors and the men who fix them.
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