I first learned of hunters when we moved to Maine. We lived on the backside of a small mountain, down a dirt drive that hunters with guns slung on their backs would use to access the woods. We heard stories of accidents and people being shot. Not everyone wore orange. 

At the time, I was reading Rape of the Wild by Andree Collard with Joyce Contrucci.
This is my first huge painting even though there are several underneath this one. Today, the painting is in storage.

PROJECT: My history of painting
I am scanning slides of my early paintings, works created while I was in my 20s and 30s.