Headed for the Storm
Floating above water level, straight toward the storm… would this be my view? Would it be exhilarating, cold, turbulent, disorienting? There is no land anchor in this composition by choice, and the discomfort with the lack of tether here feels darkly familiar. My hands itch to pick up the brush and paint in some land, trees, something to hold onto… but something makes me resist.
Floating above water level, straight toward the storm… would this be my view? Would it be exhilarating, cold, turbulent, disorienting? There is no land anchor in this composition by choice, and the discomfort with the lack of tether here feels darkly familiar. My hands itch to pick up the brush and paint in some land, trees, something to hold onto… but something makes me resist.
Floating above water level, straight toward the storm… would this be my view? Would it be exhilarating, cold, turbulent, disorienting? There is no land anchor in this composition by choice, and the discomfort with the lack of tether here feels darkly familiar. My hands itch to pick up the brush and paint in some land, trees, something to hold onto… but something makes me resist.
Oil on Canvas, 16x20