Adobe ruins and fog on the Chisos Mountains invoke a sense of mystery. Each year, these adobe ruins outside Study Butte and Terlingua melt farther into the soil they sprang from. On this crisp winter morning, fog crept through the distant Chisos Mountains of Big Bend National Park. I wondered who else had stood where I stood, enjoying fog floating across the Chihuahuan desert.

There is a mystery to these crumbling adobe walls that seems to echo back and forth to the chaotic tumble of boulders that stands above them at the edge of the desert leading into the Chisos. That mystery, that sense of not quite knowing is what I felt as I stood there that morning.
I used the long, narrow format for my canvas to show the vast landscape, and pastels to give this miniature landscape painting the rich colors of the earth.

Custom conservation framed under museum glass