This is another piece from my era of texture exploration, and it's physically heavy – just like the limbs of evergreens holding heaps of snow. The weight of the paint mirrors the weight of those snow-laden branches, ready to drop their burden with the slightest breeze.
This piece comes directly from my core memories as a kid, being snowed in. There's something about that particular quiet that snow brings – the way it muffles everything and creates this peaceful, almost mystical silence that I miss living in the desert. The world just pauses, wrapped in white, and even time seems to slow down.
I imagine myself as one of those small red birds perched on the branches, observing life quietly as it sleeps through winter. There's something comforting about that perspective – being small and warm against the vast, cold stillness, watching over a world that's taking a deep breath and resting.
The dark, textured background enhances that contrast between the pure white snow and the deep greens of the trees, creating the atmosphere of those winter days when you'd look out the window and feel both the beauty and the solitude of being snowed in.
This piece is for anyone who misses that particular kind of quiet, the tranquil silence that only comes when the world is blanketed in snow and everything feels hushed and sacred.
“Snow Birds” acrylic, plaster and varnish on canvas, 18 inches by 24 inches
This is another piece from my era of texture exploration, and it's physically heavy – just like the limbs of evergreens holding heaps of snow. The weight of the paint mirrors the weight of those snow-laden branches, ready to drop their burden with the slightest breeze.
This piece comes directly from my core memories as a kid, being snowed in. There's something about that particular quiet that snow brings – the way it muffles everything and creates this peaceful, almost mystical silence that I miss living in the desert. The world just pauses, wrapped in white, and even time seems to slow down.
I imagine myself as one of those small red birds perched on the branches, observing life quietly as it sleeps through winter. There's something comforting about that perspective – being small and warm against the vast, cold stillness, watching over a world that's taking a deep breath and resting.
The dark, textured background enhances that contrast between the pure white snow and the deep greens of the trees, creating the atmosphere of those winter days when you'd look out the window and feel both the beauty and the solitude of being snowed in.
This piece is for anyone who misses that particular kind of quiet, the tranquil silence that only comes when the world is blanketed in snow and everything feels hushed and sacred.
“Snow Birds” acrylic, plaster and varnish on canvas, 18 inches by 24 inches