The weather of ink
Amid storms and calm, winter trees spread their branches heavenward— bone white fingers merging with the cold pallor of the day. My ink swims darkly in the meltwater as I bring wind and rain, and draw heavy weather across crisp paper.
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Below are paintings in other mediums, on other substrates. Some are experimental, play, trying new things. Others happened alongside of my ink paintings, and still others are from quite some time ago, but I still love them.
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