Some days leave you craving cold water.
After the weight of a hot day, literally or otherwise, there is something almost instinctive about stepping into it. That first shock of cold against warm skin, the sharp intake of breath, the brief hesitation before your body gives in to something it had been craving all along.
And then, release.
The heat begins to leave your body, the noise of the day disappears, and everything is reduced to cool water, fading light and the landscape around you.
Textured | Acrylic | Raw Cotton Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 66.5 x 66.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (framed) or rolled in a tube (unframed) - options available at checkout
Some days leave you craving cold water.
After the weight of a hot day, literally or otherwise, there is something almost instinctive about stepping into it. That first shock of cold against warm skin, the sharp intake of breath, the brief hesitation before your body gives in to something it had been craving all along.
And then, release.
The heat begins to leave your body, the noise of the day disappears, and everything is reduced to cool water, fading light and the landscape around you.
Textured | Acrylic | Raw Cotton Canvas | Hand-Signed
Size: 66.5 x 66.5cm
*ships stretched in a box (framed) or rolled in a tube (unframed) - options available at checkout
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