Original - Woven Light
Description
Woven Light
Delicate Arch & Raven
24 × 12 acrylic on wood panel
Conversation with Raven, 7/7/24
$325
As I trekked my way up to Delicate Arch that morning, a flicker of anticipation ran through me. The night’s rain had left behind shimmering pools of water, reflecting the overcast sky and the surrounding rock formations like liquid mirrors. When I reached the top, I hit a bottleneck in the trail, where the sandstone steps narrowed and the path grew precarious. After navigating the tight spot, I veered right along the edge of the massive sandstone bowl, finding a spot to settle in for my sketching. Grateful for the cloudy sky, I couldn’t help but feel a little smug. I had, after all, hit the weather lottery.
I taped my paper down to secure it against the gusty winds, and began my first sketch. Hitting a rhythm, I began a second just as a raven swooped in beside me. Curious, almost charming, it seemed to observe me with intent. I have a soft spot for the tricksters of the desert, and ravens might be my most favorite of all. This one called to mind the myth of Raven stealing the light of the sun for humankind.
As the clouds broke and scattered light across the sandstone, I began the process of unraveling the threads of the geological layers before me. The sweeping curve of the Curtis Formation cap on top, sheltering the Entrada, Carmel and Navajo layers below against the weight of the sky. The vastness of the desert began to fold in on itself, reducing itself into patterns that slowly began to take shape, revealing the tapestry of the land.
Description
Woven Light
Delicate Arch & Raven
24 × 12 acrylic on wood panel
Conversation with Raven, 7/7/24
$325
As I trekked my way up to Delicate Arch that morning, a flicker of anticipation ran through me. The night’s rain had left behind shimmering pools of water, reflecting the overcast sky and the surrounding rock formations like liquid mirrors. When I reached the top, I hit a bottleneck in the trail, where the sandstone steps narrowed and the path grew precarious. After navigating the tight spot, I veered right along the edge of the massive sandstone bowl, finding a spot to settle in for my sketching. Grateful for the cloudy sky, I couldn’t help but feel a little smug. I had, after all, hit the weather lottery.
I taped my paper down to secure it against the gusty winds, and began my first sketch. Hitting a rhythm, I began a second just as a raven swooped in beside me. Curious, almost charming, it seemed to observe me with intent. I have a soft spot for the tricksters of the desert, and ravens might be my most favorite of all. This one called to mind the myth of Raven stealing the light of the sun for humankind.
As the clouds broke and scattered light across the sandstone, I began the process of unraveling the threads of the geological layers before me. The sweeping curve of the Curtis Formation cap on top, sheltering the Entrada, Carmel and Navajo layers below against the weight of the sky. The vastness of the desert began to fold in on itself, reducing itself into patterns that slowly began to take shape, revealing the tapestry of the land.
Description
Woven Light
Delicate Arch & Raven
24 × 12 acrylic on wood panel
Conversation with Raven, 7/7/24
$325
As I trekked my way up to Delicate Arch that morning, a flicker of anticipation ran through me. The night’s rain had left behind shimmering pools of water, reflecting the overcast sky and the surrounding rock formations like liquid mirrors. When I reached the top, I hit a bottleneck in the trail, where the sandstone steps narrowed and the path grew precarious. After navigating the tight spot, I veered right along the edge of the massive sandstone bowl, finding a spot to settle in for my sketching. Grateful for the cloudy sky, I couldn’t help but feel a little smug. I had, after all, hit the weather lottery.
I taped my paper down to secure it against the gusty winds, and began my first sketch. Hitting a rhythm, I began a second just as a raven swooped in beside me. Curious, almost charming, it seemed to observe me with intent. I have a soft spot for the tricksters of the desert, and ravens might be my most favorite of all. This one called to mind the myth of Raven stealing the light of the sun for humankind.
As the clouds broke and scattered light across the sandstone, I began the process of unraveling the threads of the geological layers before me. The sweeping curve of the Curtis Formation cap on top, sheltering the Entrada, Carmel and Navajo layers below against the weight of the sky. The vastness of the desert began to fold in on itself, reducing itself into patterns that slowly began to take shape, revealing the tapestry of the land.