One of my favorite memories is being in the mountains, far from civilization with only the sounds of birds and wind high above you. The spring thaw driving the water through a maze of jagged rocks and stones racing to the anxious fields in the valley below. The sun piercing at altitude and in the distance the faint sound of thunder. The wind picks up, clouds moving in and the smell of rain on the iron stones and dirt fill the senses. Rolling thunder echoing and ricocheting off the canyon walls, terrifying and glorious all at once.
“Echo” 60”x48” Diptych, Acrylic on canvas, 2022. Available C. Waters Gallery, Colorado