Being a child and gazing out the passenger window on drives through rural North Carolina, I remember holding my eyes open so everything would eventually blur into the expanse. The flowing landscape melded into a visual kaleidoscope before me. A simpler time that lives in a treasured space in my mind.
acrylic on two 8”x10” wrapped canvas
Being a child and gazing out the passenger window on drives through rural North Carolina, I remember holding my eyes open so everything would eventually blur into the expanse. The flowing landscape melded into a visual kaleidoscope before me. A simpler time that lives in a treasured space in my mind.
acrylic on two 8”x10” wrapped canvas
