When I painted 'Fields of Amber,' I was lost in a memory — a place where the light was softer, the days stretched longer, and everything felt touched by gold.
It was a moment of both freedom and sadness: freedom in the wild beauty of open fields, sadness in knowing how quickly it all slips away.
The strokes came fast, almost urgent — like trying to hold onto something I knew I couldn't keep.
Each layer carries a piece of that longing, that joy, that quiet ache of remembering something beautiful and distant.
This painting is painted on loose thick primed canvas and needs to be stretched, sealed with Matt finish.
When I painted 'Fields of Amber,' I was lost in a memory — a place where the light was softer, the days stretched longer, and everything felt touched by gold.
It was a moment of both freedom and sadness: freedom in the wild beauty of open fields, sadness in knowing how quickly it all slips away.
The strokes came fast, almost urgent — like trying to hold onto something I knew I couldn't keep.
Each layer carries a piece of that longing, that joy, that quiet ache of remembering something beautiful and distant.
This painting is painted on loose thick primed canvas and needs to be stretched, sealed with Matt finish.
