My grandmother had a way of telling stories about old Florida that made you feel like you were already there.
I wanted this painting to feel like one of her photographs — those sepia-toned images I pored over as a girl, where the light was softer and everything moved a little slower. The pelican, the still water, the morning air just beginning to warm.
I hope when you find him here you feel the stillness. The bayou coming to life one sound at a time. And maybe — if you're lucky — it takes you back to a place of your own where time was unhurried and the world felt sweet and simple.
12 × 12 inches canvas mounted on cradled wood panel. Hanging hardware attached and ready to add to your space.
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My grandmother had a way of telling stories about old Florida that made you feel like you were already there.
I wanted this painting to feel like one of her photographs — those sepia-toned images I pored over as a girl, where the light was softer and everything moved a little slower. The pelican, the still water, the morning air just beginning to warm.
I hope when you find him here you feel the stillness. The bayou coming to life one sound at a time. And maybe — if you're lucky — it takes you back to a place of your own where time was unhurried and the world felt sweet and simple.
12 × 12 inches canvas mounted on cradled wood panel. Hanging hardware attached and ready to add to your space.
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