"Hiking Meadowlark" Original Abstract Painting
Your favorite trail unfolds before you like a magic carpet. Birds speak their foreign languages overhead and the sunlight warms your winter-pale skin. There is new life bursting from the barren for the first time since last you were here, awing your senses. The air is sweet with blooming flora, you spy the wobbly-legged fawn weaves between its mother’s legs in the brush. Each step is an invitation to wonder and wander further into the goodness.
Acrylic on 12×12” Gallery canvas
Your favorite trail unfolds before you like a magic carpet. Birds speak their foreign languages overhead and the sunlight warms your winter-pale skin. There is new life bursting from the barren for the first time since last you were here, awing your senses. The air is sweet with blooming flora, you spy the wobbly-legged fawn weaves between its mother’s legs in the brush. Each step is an invitation to wonder and wander further into the goodness.
Acrylic on 12×12” Gallery canvas
Your favorite trail unfolds before you like a magic carpet. Birds speak their foreign languages overhead and the sunlight warms your winter-pale skin. There is new life bursting from the barren for the first time since last you were here, awing your senses. The air is sweet with blooming flora, you spy the wobbly-legged fawn weaves between its mother’s legs in the brush. Each step is an invitation to wonder and wander further into the goodness.
Acrylic on 12×12” Gallery canvas
