2019 oil on canvas 20″ x 20″ contact for price Part of a series on body language. Facial expression is always accurate, informative. The eyes show the deep emotion. A picture is worth a thousand words.
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2019 oil on canvas 36″ x 36″ contact for price How do we hold still that memory, the beauty of that moment. The silence of all things and the lullaby in the sparkles of your eyes.
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2019 oil on canvas 36″ x 36″ contact for price The duplicity in life. Roses have thorns, beautiful things might contain ugly truths. Those beautiful eyes. What lurks behind them might not be too desirable. The title speaks volume. The plain background in tepid ochre green is a warning of the subtle, solicitous, engaging stare. The truth is in bold red but how many will see? how many heed? The truth however, will free you. Try it. (This canvas was started around 2010. Half done, it sat for many years untouched. But patience is the virtue, Grace just completed it May 2019, before her post-grad studies took priority)
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2017 36″x 48″ acrylic on canvas, contact for price. A walk along the glacier will reveal the fragility of all things. Billions of years of solid rocks can melt at an alarm rate. How long will beauty last, how far will we go to protect it.
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2016 48″ x 36″ acrylic on canvas, (private collection USA). A walk along the glacier will reveal the fragility of all things. Billions of years of solid rocks can melt at an alarm rate. How long will beauty last, how far will we go to protect it.
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2016 60″ x 48″ x 1.5″ acrylic on canvas, contact for price That warm feeling of euphoric moments. The dancing joy of intricate delirium. Life is simple but oh, so very complex.
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2019 oil on canvas 48″ x 60″ contact for price Beloved Western Canada. The ground was still solid with wilting grass and the sky with still the lingering clouds. Patches of pristine snow remained on the ground like a thick carpet and new ones blanketed the scenery. Vast majestic mountains and light fluffy snow. It is a thought that a thousand years from now this scene will remain on canvas. The march of time does not matter as our footsteps might still imprint on this snow covered ground.
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