mixed metal leaf, oil paint on wood
11 × 14
framed size: 13×16
At The Feet of Lilac Clouds
From the Masterwork Series
This piece is a beauty that confronts.
Purple and red. Distinct mountain shapes. A sky that doesn’t soften or blur, but presses.
That’s exactly the point.
At the Feet of Lilac Clouds was created in conversation with Ed Mell — an artist who understood the density of the desert. His mountain forms are sharp, his skies just as weighted. There’s no haze. No ambiguity. Only clarity.
That clarity is what I tried to meet here.
The clouds are cut from pastel silver leaf — a dyed material that holds a quiet shimmer, more matte than metallic. Their lilac tone sits heavy in the sky, nearly matching the weight of the red-shadowed ridges below.
The green in the upper left corner came as a surprise. It’s not earth green — it’s the blue-green of desert air, the kind that feels almost too transparent. The kind that shows you everything.
This piece asks: Can you sit with what’s clear? Can you be held by the obvious? Can you find peace in the weight of what is undeniably true?
Sometimes we crave the mystery. But sometimes, it’s the certainty that changes us.
mixed metal leaf, oil paint on wood
11 × 14
framed size: 13×16
At The Feet of Lilac Clouds
From the Masterwork Series
This piece is a beauty that confronts.
Purple and red. Distinct mountain shapes. A sky that doesn’t soften or blur, but presses.
That’s exactly the point.
At the Feet of Lilac Clouds was created in conversation with Ed Mell — an artist who understood the density of the desert. His mountain forms are sharp, his skies just as weighted. There’s no haze. No ambiguity. Only clarity.
That clarity is what I tried to meet here.
The clouds are cut from pastel silver leaf — a dyed material that holds a quiet shimmer, more matte than metallic. Their lilac tone sits heavy in the sky, nearly matching the weight of the red-shadowed ridges below.
The green in the upper left corner came as a surprise. It’s not earth green — it’s the blue-green of desert air, the kind that feels almost too transparent. The kind that shows you everything.
This piece asks: Can you sit with what’s clear? Can you be held by the obvious? Can you find peace in the weight of what is undeniably true?
Sometimes we crave the mystery. But sometimes, it’s the certainty that changes us.
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