Surrender
Semi-abstract landscape painting in oil pastels, mounted on white board in a black frame ready for hanging.
A storm has appeared in the sky, creating a rift. Suddenly a lightning bolt strikes with a current of energy, brightening the scene to show a spectrum of colour. The vivid hues of both land and sky distract us as we stand transfixed to both source and target. In the path of raw power, we have no choice but to surrender. Once the way is clear, better times ahead.
If you would like to purchase this artwork, please email ninacouser@gmail.com - thank you
Semi-abstract landscape painting in oil pastels, mounted on white board in a black frame ready for hanging.
A storm has appeared in the sky, creating a rift. Suddenly a lightning bolt strikes with a current of energy, brightening the scene to show a spectrum of colour. The vivid hues of both land and sky distract us as we stand transfixed to both source and target. In the path of raw power, we have no choice but to surrender. Once the way is clear, better times ahead.
If you would like to purchase this artwork, please email ninacouser@gmail.com - thank you
Semi-abstract landscape painting in oil pastels, mounted on white board in a black frame ready for hanging.
A storm has appeared in the sky, creating a rift. Suddenly a lightning bolt strikes with a current of energy, brightening the scene to show a spectrum of colour. The vivid hues of both land and sky distract us as we stand transfixed to both source and target. In the path of raw power, we have no choice but to surrender. Once the way is clear, better times ahead.
If you would like to purchase this artwork, please email ninacouser@gmail.com - thank you
“Surrender”
Oil pastels on paper
12” x 8” (before framing)
Original Artwork - signed, framed and ready to hang
This artwork was first created as an acrylic landscape, gentle and delicate. It was very calming, but it did not speak to me entirely. Underneath the surface, of both myself and this scene, a huge energy was brewing. I felt frustrated by my emotions. Bottled up inside me, they were impotent. I needed to make a fist and move.
I was keen to see how my new oil pastels worked over the acrylic base layer. The moment I started to press down on the stick, I felt a surge of truth ripple through me. My strokes came quicker and quicker, quite violent. I didn’t know what I was painting until an hour had passed and a pile of broken oil sticks lay scattered on my desk. When I looked, I was surprised to see a mountain had appeared, vivid slashes of blue and orange. The drip of white paint made sense. I had surrendered to my imagination and to my emotions.
This painting is for those who are feeling suppressed, boxed-in, stifled by a life which has no motion. This is an invitation to surrender.