I embrace the world of our deepest dreams in canvases like Mountain Paradise. A mountain stream cascades over an array of ancient stones, creating myriad waterfalls that sing their praise of the Lord in the voices of water. Perhaps the strumming of bluegrass music might add to the chorus as evening lingers – isn’t that a guitar and fiddle resting in the shadows of the cabin porch?
The light of sunset pours from the sky, painting the clouds and nearby hills with a heavenly radiance. My Mountain Paradise is truly my daydream of an idyllic mountain hideaway.