Painting No. 4-A-13
8" x 8" oil on canvas board
The winter light here in Moab is just as stunning as the rest of the year, you just don't stop to notice it as often. As I was outside working on this small painting I noticed Ravens flying along the cliff faces, catching the warm up draft of air as it rises off the brick colored walls. I watched Robins search for seeds among the bushes that line the Colorado River banks, and I listened to the sound of ice sheets as they rubbed against each other in the still frozen and crowded water surface. How long until Spring comes? No one can say for sure, but I'm thankful for peaceful days of painting in the sunshine.
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