24 x 36 x 1.5 in Oil on canvas, palette knife
There’s a hush that falls in the redwoods when the light cuts through just right, a golden beam rising like stained glass in a forest cathedral. This piece came from that moment. I wasn’t trying to capture a scene, I was feeling my way into reverence.
Thick palette knife textures bring the trees to life with burnt sienna, teal, and moss green. The forest floor glows with unexpected color, almost dreamlike, but grounded. I wanted this to feel like standing still in awe, not just looking at trees, but being with them.
It’s a portal into presence. A piece for someone who understands that stillness can roar.
24 x 36 x 1.5 in Oil on canvas, palette knife
There’s a hush that falls in the redwoods when the light cuts through just right, a golden beam rising like stained glass in a forest cathedral. This piece came from that moment. I wasn’t trying to capture a scene, I was feeling my way into reverence.
Thick palette knife textures bring the trees to life with burnt sienna, teal, and moss green. The forest floor glows with unexpected color, almost dreamlike, but grounded. I wanted this to feel like standing still in awe, not just looking at trees, but being with them.
It’s a portal into presence. A piece for someone who understands that stillness can roar.
