I am currently mesmerized by the ever-changing gossamer layers of skies. No doubt this is fueled by a growing need to feel big open spaces full of possibility. I have been a sky painter since I was little. The first painting I ever sold at the age of seventeen was a darkened sky and a heron; wings spread in preflight glowing by the light of a giant moon. As I write this, I see flocks of birds through my studio window. They fly in formation against the clouds, changing colour in waves from deep indigo to shimmering gold as they dissect the sun's diminishing rays. Like the clouds, they are both close enough to touch yet impossibly beyond my reach.
Didn't Get to Say Good-bye, 36 X 48, acrylic on canvas
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