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Purple vines twist and reach across the canvas in every direction, tangling with teal, crimson, and yellow in a surface that has no interest in settling down. Scattered through the growth, clusters of white dots. They could be buds or seeds or something else entirely, depending on what you bring to it.
This is spring not as a season but as a force. Everything pushing outward at once, nothing asking permission.
16” x 12” acrylic on canvas. Framed in a walnut floating frame. Framed size is 17” x 13” x 1.5” Wired and ready to hang.
Purple vines twist and reach across the canvas in every direction, tangling with teal, crimson, and yellow in a surface that has no interest in settling down. Scattered through the growth, clusters of white dots. They could be buds or seeds or something else entirely, depending on what you bring to it.
This is spring not as a season but as a force. Everything pushing outward at once, nothing asking permission.
16” x 12” acrylic on canvas. Framed in a walnut floating frame. Framed size is 17” x 13” x 1.5” Wired and ready to hang.