24x30" acrylic on canvas
One summer evening walking my dogs, the sky looked as though someone had reached up with a giant brush and painted clouds that kept billowing and blooming, soft edges glowing against the late light. The blue trailer sat back a little ways, its familiar patch of color grounding the scene, while the bayou homes—ones we always pass on our walks—lined with the trees like old friends. It felt quintessentially Louisiana: you can feel the humid summer air with the low, slow choreography of clouds, and the snapshots of homes stitched together by the route my dogs and I know by heart.
24x30" acrylic on canvas
One summer evening walking my dogs, the sky looked as though someone had reached up with a giant brush and painted clouds that kept billowing and blooming, soft edges glowing against the late light. The blue trailer sat back a little ways, its familiar patch of color grounding the scene, while the bayou homes—ones we always pass on our walks—lined with the trees like old friends. It felt quintessentially Louisiana: you can feel the humid summer air with the low, slow choreography of clouds, and the snapshots of homes stitched together by the route my dogs and I know by heart.