A pale sun sinks low into the grasses, half-swallowed by the dark. Above it, birds rise, some close and heavy-winged, others already small against the sepia sky, scattering toward somewhere unseen. This piece sits in the space between holding on and letting go. The field is rooted and shadowed, keeping what it can. The birds don’t look back. In the burnt-gold quiet between them is the moment every ending carries: the ache of what stays, and the strange grace of what flies anyway.
Info:
Originally created with charcoal and acrylic on canvas
Canvas print - on an eco stretch canvas on a 38mm European pine frame
Fine art print - printed on EMA 200msg with perspex glaze in classic black frame
Available in various sizes
For larger and custom sizes please use our contact page
A pale sun sinks low into the grasses, half-swallowed by the dark. Above it, birds rise, some close and heavy-winged, others already small against the sepia sky, scattering toward somewhere unseen. This piece sits in the space between holding on and letting go. The field is rooted and shadowed, keeping what it can. The birds don’t look back. In the burnt-gold quiet between them is the moment every ending carries: the ache of what stays, and the strange grace of what flies anyway.
Info:
Originally created with charcoal and acrylic on canvas
Canvas print - on an eco stretch canvas on a 38mm European pine frame
Fine art print - printed on EMA 200msg with perspex glaze in classic black frame
Available in various sizes
For larger and custom sizes please use our contact page
