Head in the clouds

My head has always been in the clouds. These paintings come from memories of living in Arizona, parched, and watching thunderheads form just far enough away that it never seemed to rain.

So I moved to cool, wet places, and now I dream of those warm days, and billowing clouds teeming with rain, bursting against a wild sunset. My paintings reflect inner ruminations, my life’s journey, and the decisions that make me who I am.

 

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