Elijah (Elijah's Comet) By John McKinley Pride Jr

Elijah (Elijah's Comet)I named this painting after my son because it reminded me of him so full of life and color. My wife thought it looked like a comet which even gives more of a reason to remind me of my son because every thing he does is so up in the air and every thing must be done fast. So I hope you love this painting just as much as I love it.

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