Acrylic on heavyweight paper
24"H x 18"W
I painted this thinking about that cold rush up a mountain to catch the view of the setting sun, and the hurried rush of getting back down before getting stuck, descending in the dark.
“But clouds bellied out in the sultry heat, the sky cracked open with a crimson gash, spewed flame-and the ancient forest began to smoke. By morning there was a mass of booming, fiery tongues, a hissing, crashing, howling all around, half the sky black with smoke, and the bloodied sun just barely visible."
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, The Dragon: Fifteen Stories
SHIPPING: This painting on paper is shipped flat (not in a roll) and without a frame. Local pickup and delivery is available.