Interpretation of my painting ala J. Peterman: The joint was packed, every table was taken. He was hungry, thirsty, and not at ease. But the bar had a couple of seats open. Sitting down he ordered a bottle and a whole fish. He had all he needed. The walls and tables disappeared. Only the wine, his glass, and the fish remained.
At the Bar, 48 x 30 x 1.5 inches on a gallery canvas. Acrylics, gels, and pumice.