Golden hour light. Wildflowers. Warm undertones.
Even filled with all my uncertainty and stress, I prayed that I would be able to imbibe this painting with peace; knowing who is was for, and how much she was probably worrying about the world, her primary class, her friends, and each person in the ward. I wanted to be able to bring peace into her home.
I started on this painting after putting the girls to bed, knowing that Weston would be studying until at least 10:30pm or so. Immediately I felt like I was painting my life. The sweet little house is us; our world, our domestic little bubble. The woods is everything that calls us outside and keeps us out of the house, and therefore, apart.