In the Pink Middle

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mixed metal leaf, oil paint on wood

16 × 20

framed size: 18 × 22

From the Masterwork Series |

Note * Though not a small work, because it was done as a master study, and carries the same sky frequency, I had to include it in The Founders Release and let you encounter it here, with it’s sister pieces.

This painting began with obsession.

A composition by Ed Mell caught me — and while the final piece looks almost nothing like his, his vision opened the door.

I believe in honoring the creative field — the joined energy that flows between artists, between works, across time.

In the Pink Middle is my response.

Striations of cloud descend like shadow, while behind them, a cut of pink to red glows like a window into something else. Somewhere else.

The earth is present — there’s foreground, mountain, form, always leading you up to the story in the negative space.

That place where light leaks.

Where the sky isn’t quite gone yet.

It’s the pink middle I keep chasing —

The exhale when day pauses and turns to night.

mixed metal leaf, oil paint on wood

16 × 20

framed size: 18 × 22

From the Masterwork Series |

Note * Though not a small work, because it was done as a master study, and carries the same sky frequency, I had to include it in The Founders Release and let you encounter it here, with it’s sister pieces.

This painting began with obsession.

A composition by Ed Mell caught me — and while the final piece looks almost nothing like his, his vision opened the door.

I believe in honoring the creative field — the joined energy that flows between artists, between works, across time.

In the Pink Middle is my response.

Striations of cloud descend like shadow, while behind them, a cut of pink to red glows like a window into something else. Somewhere else.

The earth is present — there’s foreground, mountain, form, always leading you up to the story in the negative space.

That place where light leaks.

Where the sky isn’t quite gone yet.

It’s the pink middle I keep chasing —

The exhale when day pauses and turns to night.