I painted this in art therapy, because where’s a great artist without the inner turmoil? When my friends look at this they see a pleasant snowy scene, but I see a painting I can’t even afford to put on my wall because I had to leave a promising career in nursing to hide in a filthy apartment and paint once a year. Anyways, I liked painting it, and it might look good in your place. I don’t fucking care. If it doesn’t sell then it ends up in a fire.