An Evening Canyon Crawl
The sun melts into the horizon, pouring gold over the ocean and Laguna Canyon, soft and unhurried. Below, cars creep through the winding pass, their headlights flickering like restless fireflies caught in the flow of dusk.
From up here, the rush of it all feels almost strange. Where are they racing to, and why? How can they pass through this beauty without stopping to drink it in? The canyon is in no hurry. The sky is putting on a show. And yet, down below, the scramble continues—oblivious, relentless.
I sit on Westridge Trail, brush in hand, watching, painting, smiling. The world moves, but I choose to stay still.
12”x16”, Oil on Canvas, Framed in a beautiful gold frame and ready to hang. Painted using all non-toxic paints and sealed with a natural varnish, giving you a subtle lavender scent. The painting comes with a beautiful hand-signed certificate of authenticity.
The sun melts into the horizon, pouring gold over the ocean and Laguna Canyon, soft and unhurried. Below, cars creep through the winding pass, their headlights flickering like restless fireflies caught in the flow of dusk.
From up here, the rush of it all feels almost strange. Where are they racing to, and why? How can they pass through this beauty without stopping to drink it in? The canyon is in no hurry. The sky is putting on a show. And yet, down below, the scramble continues—oblivious, relentless.
I sit on Westridge Trail, brush in hand, watching, painting, smiling. The world moves, but I choose to stay still.
12”x16”, Oil on Canvas, Framed in a beautiful gold frame and ready to hang. Painted using all non-toxic paints and sealed with a natural varnish, giving you a subtle lavender scent. The painting comes with a beautiful hand-signed certificate of authenticity.
The sun melts into the horizon, pouring gold over the ocean and Laguna Canyon, soft and unhurried. Below, cars creep through the winding pass, their headlights flickering like restless fireflies caught in the flow of dusk.
From up here, the rush of it all feels almost strange. Where are they racing to, and why? How can they pass through this beauty without stopping to drink it in? The canyon is in no hurry. The sky is putting on a show. And yet, down below, the scramble continues—oblivious, relentless.
I sit on Westridge Trail, brush in hand, watching, painting, smiling. The world moves, but I choose to stay still.
12”x16”, Oil on Canvas, Framed in a beautiful gold frame and ready to hang. Painted using all non-toxic paints and sealed with a natural varnish, giving you a subtle lavender scent. The painting comes with a beautiful hand-signed certificate of authenticity.