Everything leans,
everything trembles.
The sky is thick with ash,
heavy like a dark thought
rolling across the edge of the earth.
And yet—beneath it—
the land burns bright.
This is not growth.
This is eruption.
The grasses are flung upward,
yellow, green, electric,
as if the wind has whispered secrets
they can no longer keep.
They rise not to reach the sun,
but to defy the storm.
Color is no longer painted—
it is hurled,
splattered in streaks and lashes
like the voice of the field
crying out in light.
The yellows blaze,
the turquoise drips,
and somewhere—between fire and shadow—
the soil remembers
what it means to be alive.
There is no stillness here.
Only movement.
Only breath and fury
woven in wild, radiant strokes.
This is not peace—
but a beautiful unrest.
A moment where nature sings
not in harmony,
but in honest, untamed chaos.
And somehow,
in that violence,
there is beauty—
raw and blinding,
like a truth
that can only be felt
before it is understood.
Original Oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
All paintings are signed on the front and are delivered with the certificate of authenticity.
High grade oil paint and mediums used .
Packaging: Securely wrapped in bubble wrap then carefully packaged and shipped in a cardboard box.
oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
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£520.5
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Everything leans,
everything trembles.
The sky is thick with ash,
heavy like a dark thought
rolling across the edge of the earth.
And yet—beneath it—
the land burns bright.
This is not growth.
This is eruption.
The grasses are flung upward,
yellow, green, electric,
as if the wind has whispered secrets
they can no longer keep.
They rise not to reach the sun,
but to defy the storm.
Color is no longer painted—
it is hurled,
splattered in streaks and lashes
like the voice of the field
crying out in light.
The yellows blaze,
the turquoise drips,
and somewhere—between fire and shadow—
the soil remembers
what it means to be alive.
There is no stillness here.
Only movement.
Only breath and fury
woven in wild, radiant strokes.
This is not peace—
but a beautiful unrest.
A moment where nature sings
not in harmony,
but in honest, untamed chaos.
And somehow,
in that violence,
there is beauty—
raw and blinding,
like a truth
that can only be felt
before it is understood.
Original Oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
All paintings are signed on the front and are delivered with the certificate of authenticity.
High grade oil paint and mediums used .
Packaging: Securely wrapped in bubble wrap then carefully packaged and shipped in a cardboard box.
oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame
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