Oil on 11x14 in canvas panel
This painting began as a landscape, but became a moment.
The land holes still while something unseen moves through it - a current of memory, or breath. The sky is not separate from the ground here; it presses into it, shapes it, and passes on.
Oil on 11x14 in canvas panel
This painting began as a landscape, but became a moment.
The land holes still while something unseen moves through it - a current of memory, or breath. The sky is not separate from the ground here; it presses into it, shapes it, and passes on.