What is it about sun breaking through rain clouds that just warms our hearts and delights our eyes? My pastel painting reflects that sense of hope that comes with new beginnings.
As I painted this pastel from the National Cemetery in the foothills above Bakersfield, California, the thunderstorms got closer and closer. When drops started to hit my paper, it was time to close up shop.
What is it about sun breaking through rain clouds that just warms our hearts and delights our eyes? My pastel painting reflects that sense of hope that comes with new beginnings.
As I painted this pastel from the National Cemetery in the foothills above Bakersfield, California, the thunderstorms got closer and closer. When drops started to hit my paper, it was time to close up shop.