Oil on Canvas
12 ” X 12
You can’t see them coming but a peculiar swell will lift and rocket a wave far inland and over the rocks that have been gently washed a moment before. The skies must add to it, the tilt of the earth, the unanticipated collaboration of elements, gone as fast as it came, then back to calm, back to as it was.
The air is its ally. It is a moment quick as a gasp found out of nowhere and lost into memory.