It often seems that the latest work is the one I am most in love with. Many of them don't have "staying power" for me. Not that I don't still think they are good. It's just that I get bored with them, I think, and become indifferent. There are a few that I continue to love immensely, though. Usually they have some kind of emotional connection beyond their "looks". Like, "Larry's Spring" which I painted from a photo of my dear friend who is sadly gone from this world, or anything I paint of Guantanamo Bay. This is my latest love:

"Before the Faeries Arrive"

This is actually the first in a series. I am working on number two - which I also love. I am certain I will do a third.