24” × 36” 3-Dimensional Oil
Painted while my husband traced the winding curves of New Mexico’s Enchanted Circle, this piece became my own kind of road trip—one made with color instead of miles. I’ve driven that stretch of highway so many times, but painting it brought it back in a different way.
It’s a swirl of memory and motion—bold color where the sky meets the land, sun-faded edges, and moments that feel like home. Crimson, gold, turquoise, and violet collide like wildflowers at the edge of a mesa or light flickering across adobe walls.
There’s rhythm in the curves and freedom in the palette. It’s not a map, but a feeling. A celebration of movement, of place, and of that unexpected spark that shows up when you let color take the wheel.
24” × 36” 3-Dimensional Oil
Painted while my husband traced the winding curves of New Mexico’s Enchanted Circle, this piece became my own kind of road trip—one made with color instead of miles. I’ve driven that stretch of highway so many times, but painting it brought it back in a different way.
It’s a swirl of memory and motion—bold color where the sky meets the land, sun-faded edges, and moments that feel like home. Crimson, gold, turquoise, and violet collide like wildflowers at the edge of a mesa or light flickering across adobe walls.
There’s rhythm in the curves and freedom in the palette. It’s not a map, but a feeling. A celebration of movement, of place, and of that unexpected spark that shows up when you let color take the wheel.
