In Open Winter Spaces

Oil on linen panel

40 x 30 inches

private collection

The silence of winter thrusts me into spaces where reality blurs into layers of something nameless, whispered, and haunting.  The clarity and simplified rhythms of the snow-covered ground spill into the noise inside of me. There is an ache to it sometimes, and I feel pulled by that nameless, whispered, haunting of winter.