The football art painting is 6 feet by 8 feet, acrylic on unstretched canvas.
Why didn't I play football in high school? Pain. Suffering. Didn't make sense to me. Didn't have the time either because I wanted to go surfing after school. If I was going to hit anything it was never going to be the school books or another guy on a football field. All I wanted to do was to hit the beach. Actually I would climb over the chain-link gym fence at lunchtime and ditch school early to go surfing. I had a Fifty-Five Ford business coup (great link to photo of a 55 Ford Business Coup similar to what I had) that had no back seat so the surfboard could slide in the trunk and go through where the back seat should have been. In those early days of surfing there was no surf rack. The boards either rode inside the car or rested on a towel and tied to the roof with straps wound through the windows. We did take a football to the beach with us to pass around as we rested between times in the water. After getting tossed into the ocean and soaked in saltwater a number of times the ball dried out and become hard as a rock. After a period of time the leather got salt stains on it's surface - and the dogs used it as a salt lick.