A visceral abstract I painted in plein air a couple summers ago in my yard of cultivated wildness. It evokes turmoil and passion, struggle and triumph, welcoming you to embrace your own travails. A large, square piece, commanding attention and filled with riddles, mysteries and dare I say, a few answers. The bold reds and quinacridones are grounded by dashes of green and shapes of dark purples. It asks the viewer, what is true for you?
48” x 48” x 1” mixed-media on canvas (acrylic, oil, oil pastel, leaves, flower petals)
A visceral abstract I painted in plein air a couple summers ago in my yard of cultivated wildness. It evokes turmoil and passion, struggle and triumph, welcoming you to embrace your own travails. A large, square piece, commanding attention and filled with riddles, mysteries and dare I say, a few answers. The bold reds and quinacridones are grounded by dashes of green and shapes of dark purples. It asks the viewer, what is true for you?
48” x 48” x 1” mixed-media on canvas (acrylic, oil, oil pastel, leaves, flower petals)