It takes boldness to thrive in this world. The pieces in this collection embody the wild intensity of nature. Each one reveals the energy of the forest, mountains, and prairies of North America and their larger than life impact.
Stratashade
My heart lifts with my gaze, and the breeze carries it from the horizon.
Rising into the atmos — the bold and the brilliant — to the endless heights above.
I can see the sky, I can smell it and hear it howl. I will spend my days reaching out, one day I will feel the clouds. One day I will rise to meet the stars and reflect on every step I took along the way.
Thunderous Intent
It is with fierce and thunderous intent that I stride forth. Into my own. Into the new world we build. I will not sit idly by into memory— into extinction. I am here.
I am now. I will be seen and heard and leave my prints in the earth. Carving the path under my feet for others to follow — or break from and stride their own way.
Let’s all step forward.
Unbridled Heart
No fear. Never timid. In seeking fulfillment we must move ahead with unbridled heart.
Boundless Nocturne
Pushing down the path. Running from the suddenly setting sun to the dark and the cool. A breeze rustles past me through the leaves and branches. The trees move and sway with my foot falls. A crescent slowly moves in the sky - with the turn of the earth - steady and thrumming as though a beat of wings thunders behind it. And the clouds drift in - as though pulled to the sliver of light - hovering nearby. A twig breaks and three dozen swallows launch into the dark from my left. I take another step into the dark.
Dusk Affinity
Our setting souls burn brightest as the darkness crawls. Like the shifting sun at twilight, we are driven forward even knowing the cycle will all start anew. A purr in the throat — we vibrate a charge of pending shadow and delight. The fading light is a time to revel in. Eyes already adjust to the gloaming. We can see what stirs in the night and it fortifies our tenacity.
When the Wildwood Keens
It was a mournful sound, like timber creaking as it fell, heard and felt throughout the forest. Every critter well aware of the cycle and the untimely loss. Taken before his time by sticks of fire and smoke, he once roamed this land with strength and curiosity. Now his kin, merely a shadow of their former prominence, still carry his intensity with pride and poise.
These works serve as a pillar of tenacity and determination that I aspire to embody. I often reflect my internal work out onto the page. That’s one of the beautiful things about art — expressing a part of ourselves that is most difficult to reveal.
Shifting Visions
Even in the dead of winter he will fill his belly on antler and bone.
The Enchanter
Moving through the forest on silent padded paws, this trickster is ever-watchful for his next game. The Aspens seem to stir as he paces through, their connected systems always aware of the shared surroundings. Even the air stills — stopping the clouds in the sky. He is a master of deception and the forest is the perfect place to lay his plans.
Soaring Senses
Aloft on the jets of air pouring forth over the land, midday sun hot on our backs casting our image to the dry ground. Like a shadow squadron we soar in loops, watching and waiting for our opening. Scent of bone and blood fills the air in the descent. Holding wake, we preserve the transition, and in our mourning the cycle endures.
Into the Pine Haunt
The mountains were old, older than anything could remember. Their soft, easy breathing like a breeze but with a smooth, steady rhythm - a deep inhale like the forest was stirring - a pulse. Speaking the forgotten language of stone and earth and soil. Its murmuring a soothing hum in the ear. Sending ribbons of calm and excitement down the spine. Like an ancient era - rush of fall - cooling air - crunch - a busy becoming quiet.
Steadfast
The feeling of security, too rare, can be found here among those dearest. With unflinching devotion and care we run together. Through even the coldest winter storms we strengthen our bond. And as night sets we rest into our familiar patterns, knowing we are safe and cozy.
Shade of the Somber
The horizon wakes with a crimson glow. Crowning the forest in its blazing glory.
For it is at dusk that the trees come alive. Alive with chill air and insect buzz.
Tender Cascade
Turning through the valleys and down to the lake, the turbulent waters gradually calm to a gentle curve. Serving as a reminder that our greatest hardships are temporary and we need only keep moving ahead to reach a state of calm.
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