Using a very limited palate of lovely Violet and a touch of a pretty Cerulean watered down in a wet into wet mixture this landscape began to take shape. I use no photographs to find inspiration as it seems to live silently within and heaven sent for me to share with you. My higher power went from riding shotgun with me in my rig to flowing from within and out through my wet brush and onto my cold pressed paper. I hope you see what I felt as this came to life.
Watercolor on cold pressed paper