Power Trio
oil on canvas, 36x48
sold
The other day, about this same time, the moon came up early and full and the color of peach ice cream. The sky was a tender blue-pink that it only seems to reach when there is snow on the ground - and the rising of that moon and the turning of the seasons felt like the rising of my heart, my hand just grasping the knob that will turn for me and and open the door to something new, something with promise - and I said a prayer of thanks and hope - and took a picture, too, just to remind myself.
Here's the same painting, in an early stage. I actually love it like this, and was tempted to leave it. What do you think?
