My neighborhood near the Golden Gate Bridge is notoriously foggy. On those gray days, my surroundings transform into desaturated, dreamy landscapes punctuated by bellowing foghorns.
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I recently spent some time in a garden where I sketched flowers with ink.
Undulating 200-foot dunes hover above. Patterns in the windswept and salt-sprayed stacked sand attract my attention.
I created this painting as an interpretation of the song The Sky Seen From the Moon by Ezio Bosso.