"Cant Stop Hip Hop" - Original 5x7" matted to 8x10"
“Can’t Stop Hip Hop”
5×7” Original, acrylic on 140 lb paper with torn edges
Matted to 8×10”, unframed
Royal River, Yarmouth, Maine
Single digit temperatures every evening for a week straight, yet no snow after the New Year, lends a beckoning to come skate the meandering Royal River. 5-6” of ice and days upon days of frigid temps make it possible to step onto a frozen river. Miles of smooth ice and skate tracks share the story of others enjoying the beauty here. The ice reflects the subtle winter colors. The sun skips behind each bare tree trunk, offering a quiet song in shadows and light, each like a string note stretching across the ice to the far bank. All this on a bluebird day! What a serenade!
“Can’t Stop Hip Hop”
5×7” Original, acrylic on 140 lb paper with torn edges
Matted to 8×10”, unframed
Royal River, Yarmouth, Maine
Single digit temperatures every evening for a week straight, yet no snow after the New Year, lends a beckoning to come skate the meandering Royal River. 5-6” of ice and days upon days of frigid temps make it possible to step onto a frozen river. Miles of smooth ice and skate tracks share the story of others enjoying the beauty here. The ice reflects the subtle winter colors. The sun skips behind each bare tree trunk, offering a quiet song in shadows and light, each like a string note stretching across the ice to the far bank. All this on a bluebird day! What a serenade!
“Can’t Stop Hip Hop”
5×7” Original, acrylic on 140 lb paper with torn edges
Matted to 8×10”, unframed
Royal River, Yarmouth, Maine
Single digit temperatures every evening for a week straight, yet no snow after the New Year, lends a beckoning to come skate the meandering Royal River. 5-6” of ice and days upon days of frigid temps make it possible to step onto a frozen river. Miles of smooth ice and skate tracks share the story of others enjoying the beauty here. The ice reflects the subtle winter colors. The sun skips behind each bare tree trunk, offering a quiet song in shadows and light, each like a string note stretching across the ice to the far bank. All this on a bluebird day! What a serenade!
