9x12” original oil on canvas panel
Painted en plein air along the Big Sur coastline, California
This piece was painted on a clear, wind-kissed day in Big Sur, a place that always feels like it’s watching, holding, remembering. With cliffs rising sharp and steady, and the ocean tucked below in a soft veil of mist, I let the palette knife record what words never quite could.
The golden grasses bent like old messengers. The hills curved as if they knew the story. And the sky opened just wide enough to let the light in.
Layered with palette knife texture and field-drenched color, this painting is both a place and a presence. It holds the memory of the land, not just how it looked, but how it felt.
For those who know the coast not just as a view, but as a mirror.
9x12” original oil on canvas panel
Painted en plein air along the Big Sur coastline, California
This piece was painted on a clear, wind-kissed day in Big Sur, a place that always feels like it’s watching, holding, remembering. With cliffs rising sharp and steady, and the ocean tucked below in a soft veil of mist, I let the palette knife record what words never quite could.
The golden grasses bent like old messengers. The hills curved as if they knew the story. And the sky opened just wide enough to let the light in.
Layered with palette knife texture and field-drenched color, this painting is both a place and a presence. It holds the memory of the land, not just how it looked, but how it felt.
For those who know the coast not just as a view, but as a mirror.
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