Storm Over the Peaks
Acrylic on canvas
18 x 48 in
2025

Night closes in around the mountains.

Snow does not fall — it drives,
sweeping across ridgelines in long, arcing currents.

The peaks hold.

Wind carves the sky into shifting bands of light and shadow,
as if something vast moves just beyond visibility.

While the world below sleeps,
the air remains alive —
charged, restless, luminous.

Not chaos.
Not threat.

A hidden vitality
moving through the dark.