Size: 7"W x 5"H x 0.25"D
Snow and ice fog had already coated sagebrush and yucca as we drove into Big Bend National Park. Snow flurries hid the Texas mountains. It was a rare and magical weather show for the desert. I decided to capture that morning as a black and white etching to show mystical fog veiling the mountains beneath blowing snow. This etching is on an archival board that can be propped in a bookcase or displayed on a table easel without framing it, though a frame will certainly add elegance and protection.
Clouds towering above vast horizons. Scraggly critters. Blossoms nestled in cactus spines. I'm a seventh generation Texan, and the desert southwest is in my blood. In Houston, Midland, Lubbock, I've always been an artist. For two decades, I co-piloted a corporate jet beside my captain husband. I'm passionate about painting silent sunrises, rioting sunsets and the seductively beautiful, treacherous clouds I once skirted with respect. Flying was good, but as a 2004 Xmas gift to ourselves, we hung up our wings, sold our Lubbock, TX home of 26 years and intending to travel the continent, moved into a big RV. A trip to the remote Texas mountains changed our plans. We're still full-time RVers and love the freedom, but we rooted onto a ranch into the high desert of Far West Texas. I have a rustic studio within walking distance of our mountainside RV site. Across from my studio is a high- end fine art gallery, where I'm the artist-in-residence. Our neighbors are wildlife. It's a good life!