The early morning air invokes a different kind of presence, where the slightest movement or reflection of light instantly catches your eye. As you walk, the cold cleanses your lungs and a shiver climbs up your spine with the awareness of being watched.

A sudden stirring, you shift your gaze to the crisp, blue sky as a flock of birds burst before the sun, only to find your eyes are being met by others. The Aspens blink down at you from their knotted trunks with irises of blue and saffron. You return their stare, before continuing on your way.

Pyrography and Paint on Maple

11 X 14”