Breath in the morning mountain air. Stand in the soft meadow with the distantpeaks of the mountains disappearing in the fading fog of daybreak.
Glory sings out in majesty and spontanity of nature holds true. There is no pattern to follow.
I worked extensively on base texture and bold colors in plein air to bring debt to the work and create to create the freedom of a wild field tucked in by autumn's blaze of trees.
Here we come to feel alive.
This work is an acrylic painting on canvas 11 x 14. Varnish at Beauregard Gallery