Arrival
Oil painting on cradled wood panel
40 x 40 in
When you first turn onto the road that leads to my small Colorado mountain town, it looks like the approach to Oz. It's hard to fathom a 20 mile stretch of highway through yak and buffalo fields, that dead-ends into a cluster of fourteeners--peaks above fourteen thousand feet high.
The effect is dramatic, and each time I make the approach I feel as if I'm arriving in some strange magical land where anything can happen.
Oil painting on cradled wood panel
40 x 40 in
When you first turn onto the road that leads to my small Colorado mountain town, it looks like the approach to Oz. It's hard to fathom a 20 mile stretch of highway through yak and buffalo fields, that dead-ends into a cluster of fourteeners--peaks above fourteen thousand feet high.
The effect is dramatic, and each time I make the approach I feel as if I'm arriving in some strange magical land where anything can happen.
Oil painting on cradled wood panel
40 x 40 in
When you first turn onto the road that leads to my small Colorado mountain town, it looks like the approach to Oz. It's hard to fathom a 20 mile stretch of highway through yak and buffalo fields, that dead-ends into a cluster of fourteeners--peaks above fourteen thousand feet high.
The effect is dramatic, and each time I make the approach I feel as if I'm arriving in some strange magical land where anything can happen.