There is a longstanding tune that is held in chorus by grassy dells in deep evening shadow, in the stones that rise cool in the morning from their faces turned to starlight, in the soft breeze that rustles the buds of spring just beginning.
It’s a story of sovereignty. Of seeking that which has been driven away. Of knowing that there is an order of things, a way things are meant to be, a way things will return to. Until all things are set right.
"AND ALL RETURNS TO THIS.” 30” x 24”. Oil on birch panel.
eyes.
signed,
raina.
30 x 24 inches.
1.5 inch cradled birch panel
will come framed in maple float frame. Please allow framing time, as I frame pieces on demand to preserve the wood.
