Acrylic on Cradled Board 8x10 SOLD
One of the most memorable hikes I have been on is to an apparently
little known tree farm donated as a public space after the owner passed
away. It was early spring, and the paths were moss and fern, very soft
underfoot. There was no trash, not one piece of candy wrapper, bottle
top, much less a can or cigarette butt. I can't recall any bugs that
were bothersome. Did I somehow slip out of my body and take an unearthly
stroll in heaven? This painting reminds me of that day.