The Matterhorn doesn't announce itself. One moment there is only pale peach mist and a stormy pre-dawn sky — and then suddenly it is simply there. Sharp. Complete. As if cut from another reality and placed into this one. I stood there not quite believing it, because it was not there just a moment before.
This is that moment.
Untamed, 12" x 12"
Multimedia on canvas
Acrylic, Oil, wax, texture
12” x 12"
Framed. Ready to hang.



























