Path & Presence - Woman with Forest Path, Trees and Sun Art Print

CHOOSE a 13x19 inch print on paper or a stretched canvas print in 2 sizes.

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•4-part, 2-month, Interest-free Payment Plan available above

••Art Prints on Paper••

Your 13x19 inch Art Print will be created onto premium-quality heavyweight paper with an 8-ink process for vibrant, fade-proof color that illuminates YOUR space. Your smooth matte Archival Print will be hand-signed and carefully packaged for safe travels into your hands. I use archival materials so your ready-to-frame artwork will have 100+ beautiful years to inspire tender memories and touch hearts. 

13x19 Prints are best custom-framed, and ship rolled. 

••Stretched Canvas Prints••

Your unique and beautiful Stretched Canvas Print has premium cotton canvas printed with vivid color, sharpness and detail then stretched over 1-1/2-inch wooden bars. Your Artwork is wired to hang, with edges printed in a dark complementary color, ready to grace your wall, stir your emotions, and illustrate YOUR life journey. Shipped from my off-site photo lab.

Allow 5-7 days for creation before shipping. 

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Message from the Artist: In a world where the heat is on, we need restorative getaways and the ability to keep our core cool. The activities around us are not the problem, it is how we process them that matters.

Find your path, stick to it. Surround yourself with other pathfinders who honor their own values and can regulate their temperature.

This is a time of mental and creative fertility – certain previously held beliefs have dropped from my eyes like unnecessary veils, revealing a clearer path. Some of the weeds have been whacked, the grass mown, like when I was a kid and dad would spend hours in the fields, walking behind a reed-eating machine. 

I can still see that mown trail through the field, feel the prickle of the cut stems, smell the fresh weedy greenness thick in the air and feel the sun on my face. Those never-ending days. The heat, the smell of dad, the dampness on his back and chest, the seed pods stuck in our clothes and hair, the dry heat baking us sweaty. 

There was such a depth, a sticky hot realness to it all – the brightness of the sun, the pools of light on dirt and gravel roads. Dirty knees, cut fingers, raised white bumps left by stinging nettles. The whipping of thick stems against legs; running, jumping, falling, the imperviousness of a child. The healthy presence of it all. 

To this day, dappled sun on gravel shifts my mind. Warm air kisses bare arms, shoes crunch dry fields, and the essence of it all comes back. Fertile fast-growing fields beneath a burning sun, then an evening bubble bath and clean, soft clothes. Moments of restoration to prepare us to do it all again tomorrow.

A cool body existing in a hot world. A tall confident figure on a path, taking it all one action at a time.