I’m pretty certain that this is a paint-by-numbers piece, but surprisingly enough someone thought it was worth about $60 in a shop. When looking at the content, it’s a fair guess that this piece was likely painted by someones grandfather having entered into retirement. Perhaps after a Louis L’Amour marathon or a weekend run of Bonanza inspired this old and broken sheet metal worker to express his inner cowboy. Maybe he sat before his dusty typewriter, staring blankly, growing more frustrated with each passing moment and wondering why he didn’t take the time to read and write more when he was a youth. And he sits in his favorite chair at night, rolling his glenlivet between his fingers, looking at the dark corner. His wife peering in the doorway, unsure of how to handle this new reflective and sensitive side of her partner. So the next day, on an outing with Ethel, she stumbles across an aisle at Michaels and catches from the corner of her eye the image of a lone cowboy with two mammal companions. She sets it on the kitchen table and leaves it at that. And he finds it, this grandpa, and with nothing else to do, takes it out back and makes his first painting. And somehow, long after he is gone, it ends up in a yard sale or at a thrift store, and a vintage dealer finds it piled with miles of frames and mirrors and paintings, and thinks to himself “I could get sixty bucks outta this.”