Subtle texture, combination of oil and acrylic. Distant shape of cold, angry mountains somehow reaching out on calming winds.
Scrape / Fold
Texture, movement. Scrape and fold.
They climbed to the top of the mountain and rested their weary heads. Everything was silent that day.
My Heart Follows
The transient feeling of new love. Blink and you will almost certainly miss it. Two people bleeding all the colours of the rainbow into one.
When I Dance
When I look at you, I am filled with a million tiny butterflies. I dance, like only you are watching.
After the explosion, comes silence. The universe is making up it's mind.