The Mountain
If you look closely at this painting, you can see some stick figures buried beneath the trees and in the sky. Our ancestors speak of their earthly experience. They tell of greater peace we are yet to inherit. They rest now, enshrined in gold. They have passed into majesty.
The strata of rock at the top of this plateau is visible, revealing strata. With history this obvious, I'm reminded of our lineage and heritage. I wonder what lives my ancestors lead, back through the ages. What common experiences do we share. I imagine the answers they would offer me. Each one of them whispers, Be at peace.
If you look closely at this painting, you can see some stick figures buried beneath the trees and in the sky. Our ancestors speak of their earthly experience. They tell of greater peace we are yet to inherit. They rest now, enshrined in gold. They have passed into majesty.
The strata of rock at the top of this plateau is visible, revealing strata. With history this obvious, I'm reminded of our lineage and heritage. I wonder what lives my ancestors lead, back through the ages. What common experiences do we share. I imagine the answers they would offer me. Each one of them whispers, Be at peace.
If you look closely at this painting, you can see some stick figures buried beneath the trees and in the sky. Our ancestors speak of their earthly experience. They tell of greater peace we are yet to inherit. They rest now, enshrined in gold. They have passed into majesty.
The strata of rock at the top of this plateau is visible, revealing strata. With history this obvious, I'm reminded of our lineage and heritage. I wonder what lives my ancestors lead, back through the ages. What common experiences do we share. I imagine the answers they would offer me. Each one of them whispers, Be at peace.
The Mountain
Acrylic/Pencil on Paper
Image size 5” x 5” (13cm x 13cm) - excluding frame
Original Artwork - includes black bevelled frame, glazed with white mount