A liminal forest captured at the exact moment day surrenders to dusk. Vertical trunks stand like a dark veil, their bare branches scratching at a sky on fire — not a literal sunset, but a remembered one, layered in washes of persimmon, paprika, and molten amber.
The painting breathes in two registers: above, urgency and heat — the forest canopy igniting; below, quiet and dissolution — a wildflower meadow breaking apart into loose, impressionist dabs of ivory, lavender blush, moss, and violet. That lower third is not rendered, it is suggested — white and pink flecks hovering over umber earth like the last light catching meadow grass.
There is no path, no figure, no focal point to settle on. Instead you move through the trunks toward a pale clearing that never quite resolves. It’s a painting about thresholds — between seasons, between abstraction and landscape, between holding on and letting go. The more you stand with it, the less forest it becomes and the more feeling.
Medium: Mixed media on canvas, acrylic glaze with charcoal underdrawing and oil pastel dry-brush
Palette: Burnt sienna, marmalade ochre, paprika red, deep umber, olive, moss green, lilac haze, antique gold
Vibe: Contemplative, hushed, gallery-minimal with inner heat. Modern wabi-sabi. The quiet that comes right after something beautiful or before night falls.
Dimensions: 32 × 42 × 3
A liminal forest captured at the exact moment day surrenders to dusk. Vertical trunks stand like a dark veil, their bare branches scratching at a sky on fire — not a literal sunset, but a remembered one, layered in washes of persimmon, paprika, and molten amber.
The painting breathes in two registers: above, urgency and heat — the forest canopy igniting; below, quiet and dissolution — a wildflower meadow breaking apart into loose, impressionist dabs of ivory, lavender blush, moss, and violet. That lower third is not rendered, it is suggested — white and pink flecks hovering over umber earth like the last light catching meadow grass.
There is no path, no figure, no focal point to settle on. Instead you move through the trunks toward a pale clearing that never quite resolves. It’s a painting about thresholds — between seasons, between abstraction and landscape, between holding on and letting go. The more you stand with it, the less forest it becomes and the more feeling.
Medium: Mixed media on canvas, acrylic glaze with charcoal underdrawing and oil pastel dry-brush
Palette: Burnt sienna, marmalade ochre, paprika red, deep umber, olive, moss green, lilac haze, antique gold
Vibe: Contemplative, hushed, gallery-minimal with inner heat. Modern wabi-sabi. The quiet that comes right after something beautiful or before night falls.
Dimensions: 32 × 42 × 3