No fear

Sometimes a man has got to do what a man has got to do.
That is to say. It used to be like that. Long ago when smoking wasn't a crime yet. And dogs weren't pets yet. They just pulled the smaller carts. The ones that would have generated laughter hung behind a horse.
This painting was based on an old drawing my son had made when he must have been about 4 years.
Maybe I'll post the original later. Maybe on a cloudy day while I'm bored.

oil on canvas 40*50cm