I lived for many many years in a house overlooking a prarie and I was thinking about how that view from the porch made me feel: calm, grounded. There were so many little animals that lived out there and of course those butterflies, and bees. The view changed so much with the seasons. It just feld so abundant. I remembered the soft blues and greens and yellows remember the light the way it hit the tall grasses, kind of quiet and easy. I loved those bright spots of color that caught my eye early in the summer. There were some type of milkweed I think with their showy little flowers. Painting it felt like going back there, brushing on the colors to hold onto that time when life felt full and kind of simple. It’s not just a picture—it’s me trying to share that feeling of being surrounded by something alive and real. I hope the praire, the wild fields maybe remind you of a special place and that you kind of miss it a bit too.
I lived for many many years in a house overlooking a prarie and I was thinking about how that view from the porch made me feel: calm, grounded. There were so many little animals that lived out there and of course those butterflies, and bees. The view changed so much with the seasons. It just feld so abundant. I remembered the soft blues and greens and yellows remember the light the way it hit the tall grasses, kind of quiet and easy. I loved those bright spots of color that caught my eye early in the summer. There were some type of milkweed I think with their showy little flowers. Painting it felt like going back there, brushing on the colors to hold onto that time when life felt full and kind of simple. It’s not just a picture—it’s me trying to share that feeling of being surrounded by something alive and real. I hope the praire, the wild fields maybe remind you of a special place and that you kind of miss it a bit too.
