This is an acrylic on canvas painting of San Francisco using only putty knives I watched my Dad paint in our back yard in 1972. It is abstract up close, but “clearer” from a distance. Col. Athanas was a natural born artist and self-taught pianist. It was kept by my Aunt for 40 years, until she recently passed at 94. I then had it sent to my Dad’s grandson/my son, Winston McMahon. He plans to feature it in their living room soon. It is about the size of a door.