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The windswept meadows of Green Mountain trails have a particular kind of wildness — open, unhurried, alive with movement even when everything seems still. Meadow Trail chases that feeling. Gestural brushstrokes capture the push and pull of wind through tall grass, the way a meadow is never quite the same twice. Cool and earthy tones settle into something serene without losing their edge. This is a painting for anyone drawn to the natural world — not the tamed version, but the real one, where beauty and restlessness exist in the same breath.
30×24×1.5” acrylic and wax pencil on canvas
The windswept meadows of Green Mountain trails have a particular kind of wildness — open, unhurried, alive with movement even when everything seems still. Meadow Trail chases that feeling. Gestural brushstrokes capture the push and pull of wind through tall grass, the way a meadow is never quite the same twice. Cool and earthy tones settle into something serene without losing their edge. This is a painting for anyone drawn to the natural world — not the tamed version, but the real one, where beauty and restlessness exist in the same breath.
30×24×1.5” acrylic and wax pencil on canvas