Right before and after the rain, the land and the sky do this thing where everything gleams golden…and the Earth smells raw and real and wet. I take long swigs of inhales- just to make sure it seeps deep deep into my pores…light and shadow…sound and silence.
It’s so beautiful I could (do) cry.
I’ve been trying to get the colors down for a lifetime. You can’t see it, but there’s gold on this one. This painting is inspired by a painting I saw somewhere of a big storm cloud. And then I also saw a big storm cloud and it became my own.
wanderings + wonderings 