8 in. x 8 in., acrylic on panel
$200 framed
I paint a lot of landscapes and still life, with the occasional supernaturalist/devotional work. There are a few times, however, when I feel something breaking out of me that requires expressing. This painting is how November makes me feel. Yes, there's a barrenness to the bare trees, the early darkness and winter cold pressing in through your fall jacket; all a bit forbidding. But I love November. November is the coziest month to me, full of warm, rich comfort foods, soft flannels and warm wood. November has a more natural, primitive feel than December, with all its foil-wrappings and twinkling. November is brown and organic. November is dusky purple mountainsides wearing a sea of bare tree branches amid the evergreen swaths. The muted browns and purples in this piece are what I see in my mind when I think of November. The full beaver moon frames the perched raven and is a reminder that all living things do not die or abandon our fast-wintering lives, but rather becomes more compact, more resourceful, more resilient. This is November for me.
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