Another painting for Dan’s escape from New York. The great American sculptor, Mr. Olson, performs a hit-and-run luminary to several doors at Christmastime. Always much better than a flaming paper bag, one opens the door to discover a candle lit in a giant frozen sconce. Luminary can be an artificial light or a person who inspires and influences others. At 43.5º latitude, our winter town cannot afford to lose one of the last aristocrats of the spirit. We lost another a couple year’s back, but she shared a luminary with the high boss of culture. This will be the first and only painting depicting my loss. I want to celebrate Dan’s departure. Maybe Texas will welcome him home as much as New York shunned his enthusiasm.