“In the mountains, all is quiet. The grasses stretch out across the land. Beneath, the earth glows orange and red, as if sighing. Looking up, the blue-violet mountains are silhouetted against the night sky. A warm golden light borders, lace-like, the rolling clouds. The moonbeams illuminate the land and gives the clouds a blue-green tinge. Awakening from a dream, the fragments we remember are often disjointed without an obvious common thread. When this painting came to life, it felt like a dreamscape. Without making sense, it felt right.”
