Summer Afternoon

Silence. Thick, slow, suffused with heat. The air trembles over a scorching yellow-orange field, and somewhere far away, on the horizon, stands a lonely house, as if dreamed in the haze. Nearby, a tree stands motionless in the windless calm, its branches contrasting with the turquoise iridescence of the sky.
"Summer Afternoon" begs to be felt: to run your fingers over the textured layers of paint and texture, to inhale the scent of sun-warmed earth. It doesnt scream, doesnt demand attention—it draws you in. My new work is a piece of summer happiness that will warm your home even in the coldest winter.