Tears of a Crystal Heart
Oil Painting 12 x 12"
I went for a long weekend to stay in the spiritual city of Mt. Shasta. I had left my home in Cottonwood, because the smoke from the fires in the area was hanging thick in the air and I thought if I went up toward Mt. Shasta perhaps the smoke wouldn't be there.
Upon arrival, I began to tour the many shops and stores that offered art and crystals. The crystals were supposed to represent the earth but when you held them in your hand, you could ascend the material plain into a more spiritual place.
The next morning despite my best efforts to escape the smoke, tendrils of it were beginning to peak over mountains close by and it was just a matter of time before they entered the air over the city, so it was time to go.
This little painting captures my feelings about the fires and all of the destruction being done in so much of California, little and large animals trying to escape the destruction of their homes, homes burned and humans displaced.
Those are my tears of sorrow running down from a heart comprised of crystals.
About the fires in Northern California during the drought
I went for a long weekend to stay in the spiritual city of Mt. Shasta. I had left my home in Cottonwood, because the smoke from the fires in the area was hanging thick in the air and I thought if I went up toward Mt. Shasta perhaps the smoke wouldn't be there.
Upon arrival, I began to tour the many shops and stores that offered art and crystals. The crystals were supposed to represent the earth but when you held them in your hand, you could ascend the material plain into a more spiritual place.
The next morning despite my best efforts to escape the smoke, tendrils of it were beginning to peak over mountains close by and it was just a matter of time before they entered the air over the city, so it was time to go.
This little painting captures my feelings about the fires and all of the destruction being done in so much of California, little and large animals trying to escape the destruction of their homes, homes burned and humans displaced.
Those are my tears of sorrow running down from a heart comprised of crystals.
About the fires in Northern California during the drought