A Little Big Song. Oil on panel 4x4" Mini painting. Original SOLD before the paint even dried.
Thumb for scale.
Somewhere, someone knows every word to the song you want to sing.
So often I text my mom as I'm working on new projects.
"I sometimes see every sound, flutter , rustling in the leaves you heard all around you growing up on Whidbey. The coyotes yippping at night, the raven calls, owls, crows, whales, bunnies…… on and on. And then all the drawings of animals you did your whole life-
You were born to do this.
That is so tiny and at the same time, huge. " -My Mother
Sometimes I have a lot to say about what I paint.
But sometimes I just listen.
Aliza and Her Monsters