As I stood listening, I gazed around, finding the image I created before this one. While I worked that spot, the sun slid into place behind me and the light fall was born where only canyon wall had existed bare minutes before. I saw the shape of the piece instantly, but didn’t know if it was technically possible to create. The focused thirty second scramble to setup and create this work before the light changed were some of the most intense I’ve experienced in the field.
The sweep of line and form hold a moving strength as the purity of colors transport the eye from almost white hot gold through salmon sweep to Navaho red touched with cool violet.
From the ground above, the canyon is a wild crack in the earth. It’s fascinating, but doesn’t really show the wonders below.