An original oil painting, 18 x 24 inches. Ships with care.
Paintbrush frozen between breaths, I squat on the shoulder of a two-lane road in South Dakota as dusk pulls the sky into a bruise and a lone deer bends to sip from the stream like it owns the whole horizon. Tail flicking, ears twitching, the animal and I trade quiet confessions while taillights hum distant like a lullaby for the prairie. My painting catches the last gold on the water, but the real light lives in the deer’s soft, suspicious stare.
An original oil painting, 18 x 24 inches. Ships with care.
Paintbrush frozen between breaths, I squat on the shoulder of a two-lane road in South Dakota as dusk pulls the sky into a bruise and a lone deer bends to sip from the stream like it owns the whole horizon. Tail flicking, ears twitching, the animal and I trade quiet confessions while taillights hum distant like a lullaby for the prairie. My painting catches the last gold on the water, but the real light lives in the deer’s soft, suspicious stare.
