ARTWORK STORY
This painting is out of my memories as a child growing up in a rainforest on thousands of acres owned by my family and the wildflowers don't grow there anymore as it was logged, divided up into smaller farms, after it was mined and lost by thievery. This is a self portrait of my brother and I walking through the forest. When I was young, before they destroyed all of the flowers, I would ride horses and in seconds have an armful of breathtakingly beautiful wildflowers, I wouldn’t even have to get off my horse to pick them. This Land was sacred to me that is why I chose to paint about it.
ARTWORK STORY
This painting is out of my memories as a child growing up in a rainforest on thousands of acres owned by my family and the wildflowers don't grow there anymore as it was logged, divided up into smaller farms, after it was mined and lost by thievery. This is a self portrait of my brother and I walking through the forest. When I was young, before they destroyed all of the flowers, I would ride horses and in seconds have an armful of breathtakingly beautiful wildflowers, I wouldn’t even have to get off my horse to pick them. This Land was sacred to me that is why I chose to paint about it.
