8x8” original plein air oil on canvas panel
Painted on site at Garrapata State Park, California
I painted this piece with the wind at my back and the surf speaking in pulses. The light shifted constantly, soft and sharp, like memory returning through the body. This portal opened not with fanfare, but with a breath, a quiet knowing that I had been here before, and the land remembered me.
Using my palette knife, I laid down bold, impasto textures to capture the layered language of sea and sky. The ocean was not a view; it was a threshold. And as I painted, something inside me stepped through.
This is more than a landscape. It’s a living seamline. A moment where nature and self met and agreed: Yes. You’re ready now.
Canvas panel, unframed
Signed front and back
Certificate of Authenticity
8x8” original plein air oil on canvas panel
Painted on site at Garrapata State Park, California
I painted this piece with the wind at my back and the surf speaking in pulses. The light shifted constantly, soft and sharp, like memory returning through the body. This portal opened not with fanfare, but with a breath, a quiet knowing that I had been here before, and the land remembered me.
Using my palette knife, I laid down bold, impasto textures to capture the layered language of sea and sky. The ocean was not a view; it was a threshold. And as I painted, something inside me stepped through.
This is more than a landscape. It’s a living seamline. A moment where nature and self met and agreed: Yes. You’re ready now.
Canvas panel, unframed
Signed front and back
Certificate of Authenticity
