The Unseen Storm
When life is too much, where do you go to rest? Do you curl up in the bathtub or go on a run? Do you bury yourself in your phone, numbing the world?
When my anxiety, like an unseen storm, is raging, I close my eyes and take myself to the beach. I can almost feel the wind blowing in my hair and the salty smell of the ocean washing over me. The sound of the waves in my mind drowns out the pulsing beat of my heart, and I can watch from a distance the storm that I feel brewing inside.
Details:
48x48” acrylic and oil painting on 1.5” gallery wrapped canvas
When life is too much, where do you go to rest? Do you curl up in the bathtub or go on a run? Do you bury yourself in your phone, numbing the world?
When my anxiety, like an unseen storm, is raging, I close my eyes and take myself to the beach. I can almost feel the wind blowing in my hair and the salty smell of the ocean washing over me. The sound of the waves in my mind drowns out the pulsing beat of my heart, and I can watch from a distance the storm that I feel brewing inside.
Details:
48x48” acrylic and oil painting on 1.5” gallery wrapped canvas
