8x10 inches, acrylic on stretched canvas
For many years I've been obsessed with traveling to far away places with 2000 year old structures and cobblestone streets. To walk places where my ancestors originated from, or where there are cultures and traditions I've never experienced. Those desires have influenced my paintings lately as I've been experimenting with new techniques and allowing my imagination some breathing room to explore. This painting started as drips and splatters, then allowed to be taken over by imagination, playing with negative spaces, color and design. Its a place of contentment, a slower life surrounded and hidden by hills and mountains and amazing color. Soon I will be traveling to some of those places and it will be interesting to compare my imagination to the reality. Will I come home contented with my own reality having reached this goal? Past experience has taught me, theres no place like home.
On another note the screen colors have dulled the yellow sky in this painting. Unfortunately sometimes it's hard to get completely accurate colors but it's close.
Deborah Ann Kirkeeide ©
