Acrylic on Canvas
16 x 40 in
Great billows of summer cloud roll over an endless golden field. Blades of grass bend under a tall sky, painted in deep, clear hues. A breeze blows through the solitary place of contemplation.
The tin man soaks in the reality of his decision. An opened lock and a key fall from his hand. Often a symbol of darkness, of omens and carrion, the raven spreads his wings. Here, he serves a more universal purpose. The raven is whatever lurks inside, whatever weighs us down.
This piece is a parable, a strong, simple image depicting the act of letting go.