24” × 24” 3-Dimensional Oil
This painting carries the hush of the desert — a moment of stillness in a usually vibrant world. While my husband wandered the otherworldly beauty of Ghost Ranch — that wild, wide land Georgia O’Keeffe once called home — I stayed behind, thinking of the red rocks, the pale cliffs, and the silence that stretches for miles. I reached for a quieter palette, letting soft neutrals and dusky greys hold space for reflection. The coral shape bloomed unexpectedly — a warm echo of the mesas and cliffs he was seeing, and a gentle reminder of connection across distance. It’s a love letter in layers of paint — grounded, spare, and deeply felt. It felt like a thread between us, a quiet tether across miles and memory. This piece is a pause. A soft, sunlit in-between.
24” × 24” 3-Dimensional Oil
This painting carries the hush of the desert — a moment of stillness in a usually vibrant world. While my husband wandered the otherworldly beauty of Ghost Ranch — that wild, wide land Georgia O’Keeffe once called home — I stayed behind, thinking of the red rocks, the pale cliffs, and the silence that stretches for miles. I reached for a quieter palette, letting soft neutrals and dusky greys hold space for reflection. The coral shape bloomed unexpectedly — a warm echo of the mesas and cliffs he was seeing, and a gentle reminder of connection across distance. It’s a love letter in layers of paint — grounded, spare, and deeply felt. It felt like a thread between us, a quiet tether across miles and memory. This piece is a pause. A soft, sunlit in-between.
