That moment when you sense a nasty storm about to reach you, but you have no intention of moving. The electricity is in the air, there's no where to go, yet still you can't move.
I very much enjoy the way pouring acrylics allow me to forgo too much detail and let the paint take on a life of its own. These hills and valleys have become a muse and inspiration and provide endless motivation.
This work is framed in a beautiful gold wood frame with a linen inset. It is wired and ready to hang. Acrylic, 12 X 12" on canvas and wood frame.