There’s a stillness I remember from growing up in the Rockies, the sun-warmed grass, wide sky, and the flicker of antelope across the plains.
Ascension is rooted in that memory. A quiet moment of motion. Reverent, weightless, unbound.
20×30, oil, 2025.
There’s a stillness I remember from growing up in the Rockies, the sun-warmed grass, wide sky, and the flicker of antelope across the plains.
Ascension is rooted in that memory. A quiet moment of motion. Reverent, weightless, unbound.
20×30, oil, 2025.
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