8 x 10 Oil on Gessobord
"His hands left of their own and he feels the wind on his ears even before, his heels hitting heavily on the pavement at first with an effortless gathering out of a kind of sweet panic growing lighter and quicker and quieter he runs. Ah: runs. Runs." Wonderful words from one of my favorite authors, John Updike. It fits this painting, don't you think?! Long, thin limbs; Long, long hair .....
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