8 Points of Peace
The elk stands tall, his antlers draped with prayer flags swaying gently in the mountain breeze. He’s a guardian of these lands, a keeper of memories, trails wandered, and sunsets watched. The mountains curve around him, offering the calm and clarity I’ve always found in Colorado’s rugged beauty. It’s a scene that instantly takes me back “home.” This painting is my love letter to Colorado, a place that’s woven into the fabric of who I am. Though my partner and I have moved to our new home in Washington, Colorado will always have my heart. It’s more than just a state—the smell of pine after the rain, the golden light on the peaks, and the peace I carry with me, no matter where I go.
16×20, oil. 2024.
The elk stands tall, his antlers draped with prayer flags swaying gently in the mountain breeze. He’s a guardian of these lands, a keeper of memories, trails wandered, and sunsets watched. The mountains curve around him, offering the calm and clarity I’ve always found in Colorado’s rugged beauty. It’s a scene that instantly takes me back “home.” This painting is my love letter to Colorado, a place that’s woven into the fabric of who I am. Though my partner and I have moved to our new home in Washington, Colorado will always have my heart. It’s more than just a state—the smell of pine after the rain, the golden light on the peaks, and the peace I carry with me, no matter where I go.
16×20, oil. 2024.
The elk stands tall, his antlers draped with prayer flags swaying gently in the mountain breeze. He’s a guardian of these lands, a keeper of memories, trails wandered, and sunsets watched. The mountains curve around him, offering the calm and clarity I’ve always found in Colorado’s rugged beauty. It’s a scene that instantly takes me back “home.” This painting is my love letter to Colorado, a place that’s woven into the fabric of who I am. Though my partner and I have moved to our new home in Washington, Colorado will always have my heart. It’s more than just a state—the smell of pine after the rain, the golden light on the peaks, and the peace I carry with me, no matter where I go.
16×20, oil. 2024.