Terrill Welch Gallery Pod from Terrill Welch

Artist notes: Days of crunching over the sandstone reefs under September smoke-filled skies leave their mark. It has been hot and dry for weeks. Mussels break open their perfect shells during the long hours of midday low tides. My thoughts scatter with the gulls when a lone eagle flies over. The moments are rich with softness yet held together by broken bits of texture and shapes stuck to the stones and piled up in the bottom of the reefs. There is a calm core deep that supports a much desired inner peace. Yet, at the same time, the energy hums with anticipation. Soon it will rain. Maybe, she whispers. This full figurative/abstract expression intends to capture all of these complexities on the one canvas.