Oil on Linen
We always complain about the weather, and yet without rain there would be no life. The raindrops refract and reshape the world, distorting and enlivening what lies below and above.
Beneath the sheltering canopy of the tree, the rain’s wild energy is subdued, allowing stillness to attempt to hold its ground. The fallen leaves add colour that only nature can perfect.
Beyond this cover, under the open sky, chaos takes the stage. Raindrops collide and bounce, creating ripples that dance and colours that swirl, a vivid, flickering movement reminiscent of flames surrendering to the wind.
In this moment, rain becomes fire, and fire becomes rain. As in life, it is all a matter of perception: we can see only the storm, or we can see the beauty in its restless dance.
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Original: SOLD
Framed Print: Available for Order
Oil on Linen
We always complain about the weather, and yet without rain there would be no life. The raindrops refract and reshape the world, distorting and enlivening what lies below and above.
Beneath the sheltering canopy of the tree, the rain’s wild energy is subdued, allowing stillness to attempt to hold its ground. The fallen leaves add colour that only nature can perfect.
Beyond this cover, under the open sky, chaos takes the stage. Raindrops collide and bounce, creating ripples that dance and colours that swirl, a vivid, flickering movement reminiscent of flames surrendering to the wind.
In this moment, rain becomes fire, and fire becomes rain. As in life, it is all a matter of perception: we can see only the storm, or we can see the beauty in its restless dance.
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Original: SOLD
Framed Print: Available for Order