painting the spirit of the wild
Breathe the air, feel the hard rock, the yielding earth, the rolling pebbles and tree roots along the trail.
Trickle and roar of water, a bird's ascending echo fades into quiet.
Sky above, the alpine beckons.
Climb the ledges where trees shrink into bonsai and snow lingers in the brief summer.
Here, where the sound is wind.
36" x 24" acrylic on canvas
31" x 34"
18" x 24"
36" x 24" acrylic on canvas
Interpreting an experience into paint is a process of discovery. What other colours are within the blue of the sky? How does distance change my perception of mountains? What did I see, what did I imagine?
The smell of sun on trees is a warm mossy green with undertones of violet and deep red.
Snow nestling in the hollows shapes the contours of rock with shadows of delicate cerulean blue and lemon pink highlights.
How to describe the vertigo of a cliff, the perfect transparency of a mountain lake, the sense of endless space...