It did not begin as a place, but as a sense of something moving; rising in one moment, collapsing in the next. I kept coming back to that shift - the way a thought can suddenly break open inside you, changing its shape depending on how you approach it.
I wanted this piece to exist in that uncertainty.
That moment when you are not quite sure if you are looking at waves or mountains, if the world is opening up or closing in, if what you feel is falling away or rising to meet you.
Some days the white will feel like foam breaking across dark water.
Other days it becomes snow catching the last light on a distant ridge.
The truth is, it is all of those things and none of them.
It shifts with your own inner weather — your point of view.
That might be what I love most about this painting: it leaves room for you to decide whether you are standing above or below, whether you are watching something arrive or something leave.
A landscape in motion.
A mood with its own pulse.
A point of view that changes with you.
If you look long enough, you will see it differently each time.
Rising, falling, breaking open
perspective is never still.
Textured | Acrylic | Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 106.5 × 106.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (unframed) or rolled in a tube - options available at checkout
It did not begin as a place, but as a sense of something moving; rising in one moment, collapsing in the next. I kept coming back to that shift - the way a thought can suddenly break open inside you, changing its shape depending on how you approach it.
I wanted this piece to exist in that uncertainty.
That moment when you are not quite sure if you are looking at waves or mountains, if the world is opening up or closing in, if what you feel is falling away or rising to meet you.
Some days the white will feel like foam breaking across dark water.
Other days it becomes snow catching the last light on a distant ridge.
The truth is, it is all of those things and none of them.
It shifts with your own inner weather — your point of view.
That might be what I love most about this painting: it leaves room for you to decide whether you are standing above or below, whether you are watching something arrive or something leave.
A landscape in motion.
A mood with its own pulse.
A point of view that changes with you.
If you look long enough, you will see it differently each time.
Rising, falling, breaking open
perspective is never still.
Textured | Acrylic | Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 106.5 × 106.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (unframed) or rolled in a tube - options available at checkout
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