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2025, oil on linen, 16 x 20 x 1.5 in, walnut floater frame
There’s a moment just after sunset when in my world, Black Mountain glows from within, as if the hill remembers it used to be molten. (I’m not a geologist, but I know — it’s actually along the lines of marine sediment, not volcanic — but think further back than that. Think deep time memory.)
That’s the moment this painting lives in.
The colors are not literal.
They’re geological memory.
Heat beneath the landscape.
A quiet signal to keep rising.