6.25" x 8.5"
Pastel & Charcoal
We had snow a couple times this week. Maybe when spring gets here, I'll think about doing some more of these boulder scenes.
I grew up around the Pacific beaches. I recall, as a kid, my uncle driving onto the bridge in his pick-up truck and the span had been washed away by a tidal wave (old term). He broke his arm, and us youngsters got a kick out of seeing that old bridge down in the water like that. I also felt a 6.5 earthquake, and that is the extent of my experiences with natural disasters, since I completely missed any volcanic fallout when that big one went off in 1980.
Also, I have been to Japan, which is a beautiful and serene country. Not unlike the boulder in this painting, solid and solitary in her beauty.
We are watching Internet news and videos of the unimaginable situation across the ocean in Japan. My prayers and thoughts go out to the many who are affected by this natural disaster.