Unable to purchase one of Earl’s paintings at the time – they simply wouldn’t fit in the car – we vowed to return in search of the over-sized black cat painting that was imprinted in my memory. When we recently found ourselves outside of Hudson, we immediately took to hunting Earl down as if he was our long-lost friend.

We learned from one of the local shop owners that Earl had his own studio, on the second floor of a building along the main street. His cell phone posted on the door, we called and twenty minutes later were welcomed into a small room lined with large paintings. Earl was patient as we painstakingly sorted through each one, pulling out prospects, examining each painting until we found the one. We plan to continue our patronage of Earl Swanigan’s work for years to come.

More about Earl…
Earl’s one-man show at Basilica Industria