Attention all and three salutations each, this is Litchfield. Throughout time, artists have lived and artists have died. In their wake, they leave a trail of work of which we, as artists, can pick apart and admire until we die and leave our own trail behind us. This very cycle has continued from the moment the first caveman picked up a paintbrush and the second caveman called him a sell-out.
The internet is a strange and ridiculous outland. Its single benefit seems to be that it caters to those too lazy to travel to icy New England and visit my studio first-hand.
What hopes to follow is a mere sampling of my work of which will stand as a somewhat public record of the trail of progress I leave behind after I'm dead. With any luck, this "uniform resource locator" could make a nice substitute for my grave.
Thank you.
