The wind was almost unbearable last week. Zipping through your head and eye sockets, making you feel disoriented and crispy. The air was almost fuzzy and white from all the pollen and dust, something I tried to carry over into my painting. Aaaaah--choo. I'm happy with the movement!Blown
oil on cradled board
6 x 6"
wood edges, suitable for immediate hanging
*sold*
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