Fields of Wheat One
The wheat fields series has propelled my art in a different direction, taking me on a different creative path. My mother recently passed, triggering old memories of a carefree time where I would play down by the river with my brothers or friends. We would run through the fields. At that time, it was fields of long grass but as memories merge, in my recollections, it became fields of wheat. It was an innocent time, untouched by the social pressures that burden us as adults.
Come chase me through the fields of wheat.
Run, jump, twirl, leap.
Sun in our eyes,
Warmth caressing our skin.
The gentle breeze dancing through our hair,
We revel in this boundless freedom, untethered and fair.
I painted this piece in bright colours reminiscent of my memories but left parts clear, showing the wood grain below. These untouched sections serve as a reminder of how memories blur, loosing their radiance over time.
8x10 -acrylic on wood – SOLD
The wheat fields series has propelled my art in a different direction, taking me on a different creative path. My mother recently passed, triggering old memories of a carefree time where I would play down by the river with my brothers or friends. We would run through the fields. At that time, it was fields of long grass but as memories merge, in my recollections, it became fields of wheat. It was an innocent time, untouched by the social pressures that burden us as adults.
Come chase me through the fields of wheat.
Run, jump, twirl, leap.
Sun in our eyes,
Warmth caressing our skin.
The gentle breeze dancing through our hair,
We revel in this boundless freedom, untethered and fair.
I painted this piece in bright colours reminiscent of my memories but left parts clear, showing the wood grain below. These untouched sections serve as a reminder of how memories blur, loosing their radiance over time.
8x10 -acrylic on wood – SOLD
The wheat fields series has propelled my art in a different direction, taking me on a different creative path. My mother recently passed, triggering old memories of a carefree time where I would play down by the river with my brothers or friends. We would run through the fields. At that time, it was fields of long grass but as memories merge, in my recollections, it became fields of wheat. It was an innocent time, untouched by the social pressures that burden us as adults.
Come chase me through the fields of wheat.
Run, jump, twirl, leap.
Sun in our eyes,
Warmth caressing our skin.
The gentle breeze dancing through our hair,
We revel in this boundless freedom, untethered and fair.
I painted this piece in bright colours reminiscent of my memories but left parts clear, showing the wood grain below. These untouched sections serve as a reminder of how memories blur, loosing their radiance over time.
8x10 -acrylic on wood – SOLD
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