Desolation, Homestead, Under The Stables & Under The Fields

This series is from last November. I can't remember my state of mind at the time but I know I was on a hot streak because these were one day apart from each other. It's funny how that works. Oh well.

I've grown up in bleak landscapes. Oceans of dust and brush as far as the eye can see and not a tree in sight. Just old buildings from an old way of life falling into a different kind of sea.

I try my hardest to find beauty in the mundane. And if you try hard enough you can find mystery in it as well. I think it's the only way to stay sane in this world.

I like to imagine that if you had the eyes of god you could look out to the dusty landscape of the old west and watch the old barns and buildings rise and fall like stones being eroded by the waves of an ocean. After all, everywhere is an ocean, given enough time. Thanks for stopping by.

Homestead, Under The Stables & Under The Fields 5x5 watercolor on paper.