Branches of the Firmament

Sometimes when you are driving along the great Canadian highways you catch these trees that seem to frame the sky in a peculiar way, almost like the world stops for that second and you notice. The branches stretch out as if they’re holding up the sky itself, and the colours—no matter the season—feel bigger than whatever you were thinking about a moment before. There’s a stillness there, a kind of quiet reminder that nature doesn’t ask for your attention, yet somehow earns it anyway. This painting comes from that pause, that tiny interruption in your day when the landscape insists you look up and remember that beauty isn’t something you seek—it’s something that finds you when you’re finally paying attention.

Oil on Stretched Linen.

22” x 25 1/2”