Stubble Field

This painting captures the dry rustle of late summer — the quiet moment when the field has given everything, and what remains is golden, coarse, and filled with memory.

This textured, abstract landscape speaks not of abundance, but of what’s left behind: shimmering heat, tangled stems, the soft purple haze of resilient wildflowers.

It is a painting about stillness, about resilience, and about the beauty found in endings.