Winter Hours
The oil painting captures the enchanting moment of a sunset, where the sky is awash in shades of gold, orange, and soft purples. Billowing clouds stretch across the canvas, their forms rendered in thick, tactile brushstrokes that convey both movement and depth. Below, the horizon line is softened, creating a seamless transition from the vibrant sky to the serene earth below.
Size: 30 W x 24 H x 0.75 D
Oil painting with genuine 24K gold on a gallery wrapped canvas.
Artist retains all rights to artwork for reproduction.
Framing options available at additional cost; please email artist separately about this.
The oil painting captures the enchanting moment of a sunset, where the sky is awash in shades of gold, orange, and soft purples. Billowing clouds stretch across the canvas, their forms rendered in thick, tactile brushstrokes that convey both movement and depth. Below, the horizon line is softened, creating a seamless transition from the vibrant sky to the serene earth below.
Size: 30 W x 24 H x 0.75 D
Oil painting with genuine 24K gold on a gallery wrapped canvas.
Artist retains all rights to artwork for reproduction.
Framing options available at additional cost; please email artist separately about this.
The oil painting captures the enchanting moment of a sunset, where the sky is awash in shades of gold, orange, and soft purples. Billowing clouds stretch across the canvas, their forms rendered in thick, tactile brushstrokes that convey both movement and depth. Below, the horizon line is softened, creating a seamless transition from the vibrant sky to the serene earth below.
Size: 30 W x 24 H x 0.75 D
Oil painting with genuine 24K gold on a gallery wrapped canvas.
Artist retains all rights to artwork for reproduction.
Framing options available at additional cost; please email artist separately about this.
I would say that there exists a thousand unbreakable
links between each of use and everything else, and
that our dignity and our changes are one. The
farthest star and the mud at our feet are a family;
and there is no decency or sense in honoring one
thing, or a few things, and then closing the list.
[…] We are each other’s destiny.
- Mary Oliver