Oil and gold on canvas 24x36”
That emptiness. Like wind, you cannot see it, but you feel it. Some days, you wake up to a gale force and you must simply endure.
and you will.
and that’s what these horses are about.
Sometimes it’s just a gentle breeze and other times the gust brings you to your knees. It’s always there.
I am so envious of anyone who reads this
And doesn’t understand
Aliza and Her Monsters