18x18
mixed media on canvas
Plus shipping and handling
Nature’s Towers comes from a quiet moment just outside Berlin, where a forest of Scots pines rose in long, perfect lines along the road. We pulled off and stepped inside, surrounded by tall trunks that felt almost like pillars.
What stayed with me was the color shift on the bark, the brown near the ground, the warm orange-red climbing higher, and finally the deep green canopy holding everything above it.
That simple upward movement, earth to ember to green, is the memory I carried home, and the one I tried to capture in this piece.
18x18
mixed media on canvas
Plus shipping and handling
Nature’s Towers comes from a quiet moment just outside Berlin, where a forest of Scots pines rose in long, perfect lines along the road. We pulled off and stepped inside, surrounded by tall trunks that felt almost like pillars.
What stayed with me was the color shift on the bark, the brown near the ground, the warm orange-red climbing higher, and finally the deep green canopy holding everything above it.
That simple upward movement, earth to ember to green, is the memory I carried home, and the one I tried to capture in this piece.
